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

green visor and looked at me with a small, sympathetic nod.

“I have the duplicate file from the archives,” Bob said, sliding a yellow carbon copy across the wood. “The delivery was completed on the twenty-fourth of October.”

I looked down at the signature at the bottom of the page. The signature was dark and legible, with the large, looped letter G that continue reading …