Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

metallic in the cold garage.

“We have the paper trail,” Marcus said into the phone.

I watched Marcus’s face as he explained the altered invoices, his voice steady and calm. The blue ledger lay open on the bench, the white light from the ceiling reflecting off the ink.

I reached out and closed the blue ledger with a firm snap.

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