Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

received it through the digital portal first,” Mr. Vance said, pulling his glasses off. “The physical copy with the wet ink was dropped in the night deposit box the next morning.”

I folded the paper twice, the crisp crease sounding loud in the quiet office, and slid it deep into my leather purse. “May I keep this copy, dear?”

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