Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

the eighty thousand dollars.

I stared at the two documents on my desk, realizing the numbers did not match.

The faculty lounge at UCLA smelled of old carpet and stale coffee. Outside the tall windows, the eucalyptus trees after the morning rain smelled sharp and clean, but inside, the air was dry and still. Raymond spread the two photocopies across a continue reading …