by
Fox B. Holden
Congressman Douglas Blair shivered a little, turned up his coat collar against the gray drizzle that had been falling like a finely-sifted fog all day. His head ached, his nose felt stuffy, and he was tired. It was good of Grayson to pick him up.The front seat of the dark blue sedan was soft and reassuring, and the warm current of air from the heat..