PART 2 OF 14
The Three Files
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
The young officer took the document from me with both hands.
He did not turn it over.
He did not read the words at the top.
He looked at the signature first, then at the old man in the opening, and then at me.
“You are a solicitor?”
“Not a solicitor.”
“What are you?”
I told him.