Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

and the air was thick with the midday heat.

A man was already sitting on the third bench, his gray suit jacket folded neatly across his lap. It was Curren Price’s chief of staff, the man who had warned me to leave the ledgers alone.

I stopped two feet from the bench, keeping my hands in my coat pockets. “You chose a very public place for a private conversation.continue reading …