I didn’t respond. I raised the envelope high, letting the light catch the dark red wax seal stamped with the eagle of the Judge Advocate General’s Corps. I slammed it down on the desk.
Thud.
The sound was heavy, solid, final. It sounded like a gavel striking.
Harold jumped, his expensive pen clattering to the floor.
“I’m not a lawyer,” I said. “I’m the continue reading …
