The Man They Threw Out of City Hall

old man, a woman with bright eyes, and a little girl in a yellow dress holding a stuffed rabbit.

Mara saw it too.

Her face changed.

Not recognition.

Suspicion.

“Sir,” she asked gently, “what’s your name?”

The man hesitated.

Before he could answer, Mayor Voss cut in.

“His name doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me,” Mara said.

The lobby went silent.

The mayor stared continue reading …