North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

the hearing on the fourteenth,” I said.

“We will not,” Don said, writing another name on his pad.

Elaine McAdams met me outside the courthouse double doors at two o’clock. Her leather notepad was tucked under her arm, her fingernails tapping against the dark cowhide as we walked inside. We did not use the elevator, choosing the back stairs to avoid the continue reading …