Cravat?” Steris said, reading from the list. “Tied and pinned,” Wax said, pulling it tight. “Shoes?” “Polished.” “First piece of evidence?” Wax flipped a silvery medallion in the air, then caught it. “Second piece of evidence?” Steris asked, making a mark on her list. He pulled a small folded stack of papers from his pocket. “Right here.” “Third piece of evidence?” Wax checked another pocket, then paused, looking around the small office—his senator’s chamber in the House of Proceedings. Had he left them … “On the desk back home,” he said, smacking his head. “I brought a spare,” Steris said,
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