Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

he walked toward the elevators.

I stood in the hallway for several minutes, the paper clutched tightly in my hand as the elevator doors closed.

At six in the evening, the diner near Union Station was filled with the scent of fried onions and damp coats.

I sat in a corner booth with Peter and two of our junior legal assistants, Sarah and Thomas, who were continue reading …