I Let Him Finish Laughing First

bag and smiled at me in the mirror.

“Nothing urgent,” he said. “Just signatures where tabbed.”

I hadn’t touched the pen.

Instead I asked if I could have ten minutes alone.

He gave me seven. I counted.

In those seven minutes I photographed every page and sent them to my office, to my mother’s lawyer, and to Agent Mercer, who had already been working the continue reading …