Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

hair that made her look more like a retired magistrate than an accountant. Her handshake was brief and dry, like old parchment.

“I have been reviewing your index of the 2012 campaign ledger, Eleanor,” Martha said, her voice low and even. “Your notes on the wire transfers are remarkably systematic.”

A small spark of relief rose in my chest, the cold weight continue reading …