Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

and wrote the check without hesitation, even though it took nearly half of my remaining personal savings. I handed the paper across the desk to him.

“Let us get to work, Mr. Sterling,” I said.

He took the check, let the ink dry for a brief second, and then pulled a yellow legal pad toward him.

“I am going to draft a formal summons,” Mr. Sterling said,continue reading …