Series: Get this child and her mess out of my house before the campaign donors arrive, my mother-in-law Margaret barked, pointing a manicured finger at the dark red cranberry stain on her white antique rug.

Part 1 My husband Evan didn’t hesitate. He grabbed six-year-old Sophie by the arm, unlocked the heavy oak side door, and shoved both of us [more…]

The air in Leland Brooks’s downtown office was cold, stale with the scent of old paper and lukewarm coffee. It was barely New Year’s Day [more…]

Margaret Galloway, immaculate even at seven in the morning, met County Board of Elections Commissioner Harold Finch at a secluded diner. The booths were empty, [more…]

The secure home office in Colonel Arthur Ellis’s Saratoga Springs residence hummed with the quiet glow of multiple computer screens. My brother, Julian Ellis, hunched [more…]

Evan Galloway, fueled by panic and a desperate need for liquidity, moved with uncharacteristic haste. The frozen campaign funds meant a gaping hole in his [more…]

Margaret Galloway moved swiftly, attempting to control the narrative. The local media, usually receptive to her well-placed leaks and campaign contributions, received an anonymous tip: [more…]

The press room at the Albany Capitol building buzzed with reporters. Evan Galloway, impeccably dressed in a dark suit, stood at the podium, flanked by [more…]

Evan found me in a private conference room at my attorney’s office. The room was stark, glass-paneled, with a long, polished table. He burst in, [more…]

Leland Brooks, the Galloway campaign’s senior accountant, sat in a sterile interrogation room at the District Attorney’s office. The fluorescent lights hummed, casting harsh shadows [more…]

The State Party Executive Committee convened an emergency midnight meeting. The news of Evan Galloway’s subpoena, the frozen funds, and the escalating public corruption probe [more…]