Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

and formal.

I spent the next two hours in a small diner near the court building, watching the clock over the counter. I bought a cold brew for six dollars, letting the condensation pool on the laminate tabletop.

At five minutes to one, I walked into the small park area beside the courthouse steps. The concrete benches were shaded by dusty fig trees, continue reading …