Literature
Agent Burke 'N A Bogart Boggat
Peter was down in one of the seized goods warehouses, cross-referencing some files. If it wasn't so high-profile, he would have sent another agent to handle it, but it concerned a senator and the buck had stopped right on him.
About an hour or two in, he was still searching for the right items when he slid a case of bourbon out of the way and saw it.
It was an understated thing, that box. A cigar case of rich, rippled walnut wood, simple design made of decadent materials. It sat among seized bottles of over-serious wine and haughty perfumes, standing out as the only thing not trying to be anything it wasn't or more than it was. A gla