The east wing of the Harrisburg State Capitol Building was the domain of the Senate.
Leo Wallace walked down the long corridor.
He held only two thin documents in his hand, totaling no more than twenty pages.
This was a stark contrast to his previous style of hauling out boxes of materials, or even bringing in petitions by the truckload.
At this stage, the thinner the file, the greater its weight.
The double doors at the end of the hallway were shut tight.
The guards at the door saw Leo approaching and instinctively straightened up, their hands resting on their belts.
They recognized the face—the face that had turned the entire state of Pennsylvania upside down over the past week.
Leo didn't break his stride, pushing the doors open.
The office within was dimly lit.
Heavy velvet curtains were drawn, leaving only an opening that allowed a sliver of pale sunlight to slice across the floor like a knife.
Robert Kaufman sat behind his desk.
