Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

today, before the council office logs the grant as accepted.”

I stood up from the library table, the weight of the decision settled in my chest.

“I will meet you at the Wilshire office in an hour,” I said.

Raymond began packing his notes into his leather briefcase.

“Be careful with the wording, Lydia,” he said.

“We cannot let them know how much of the trail continue reading …