Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

near the reception desk, his fingers tapping against his palm while he talked to a woman in a tailored dark grey suit.

“Eleanor, come in,” Peter said, turning to face me as I set my briefcase down on the wooden bench. “This is Martha. She is joining our defense team as a senior financial investigator.”

Martha had sharp, gray eyes and a neat knot of silver continue reading …