The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

at the end of the second row. A woman wearing a severe, dark blue suit, holding a leather briefcase on her lap. A woman who hadn’t gasped, hadn’t moved, and hadn’t shown an ounce of surprise since the moment Pastor Thomas opened the book.

“I mailed it,” I said, staring directly at her, “to the United States Attorney for the Southern District.”

The woman continue reading …