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June 26, 2013
CHAPTER ONE

All that summer on Neshobe Island in Lake Bomoseen we sunned ourselves on chaise longues, sailed our skiffs, and caroused like heathens at the bonfire.

CHAPTER TWO

Jeffords took me into his confidence: “The files... I’ve had them all along. They’re behind a false wall in my snack drawer.”

CHAPTER THREE

Now it was my turn to take the stand. The bailiff walked me up to the bench. I slid in. Oak veneer? Goddamn shiny stuff. Maybe it was real.

CHAPTER FOUR

The pistol behind my ear held my attention faster than the curve whipping the road ahead.