Thirteen Years Later, Two Blue Competition Badges Answered Every Question
“We’re going to correct the official record right now.”
She gathered the thick stack of parchment papers and the birth certificates into one neat pile.
She slid them back into the faded manila folder and wrapped the red string tight around the cardboard button.
Arthur turned the key in the ignition.
The old Buick sputtered loudly before the engine finally caught, sending a harsh rattle through the broken heater vents.
“The front lobby is full of event security guards,” Arthur said.