The Distant Clue
The ledger lay open on the desk, its spine cracked from years of careful, repetitive use. I held the pen, a standard Parker Jotter, the kind that never needed refilling because the ink was cheap and the mechanism simple. Outside, the November light was failing, turning the glass of the window into a dark mirror that reflected the rows of filing cabinets in the office of Harrow & Vane Insurance....
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews