North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

” Elaine said, her speech rapid-fire and clear.

She reached into her small canvas bag and pulled out the blue plastic flash drive I had kept in my sewing basket.

“The server logs are on here,” Elaine said, placing the drive in my hand. “My contact in the state library helped me verify the IP routing.”

“Where does it lead?” I asked.

“A private server in continue reading …