Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

picked up the page, his eyes moving rapidly across the foreign bank codes.

His face flushed red as he slammed the document back onto the table, splashing a few drops of tea onto my notebook.

“Why am I seeing this now, Eleanor?” Peter asked, his voice loud enough to make Sarah look up from her papers.

“I flagged the unfamiliar routing codes on the bank continue reading …