Stacy Whittemore

Storage Unit 59

He had a secret, and so did she. One had a black book, and one would live to keep a secret. Crystal chandeliers sparkled over the mammoth ballroom, a swirling mix of tuxedos and glittering designer gowns. The party dripped opulence with Washington’s powerful, greedy, and scheming politicians as piano notes rippled sedately over the conversations. The air hinted at luxurious perfume and expensive liquor.