Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

to look at me. “But not for the reason you think.”

He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small, white envelope, holding it between two fingers. He did not hand it to me immediately.

“I sent you the original March ninth ledger,” he said, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper. “I used a courier because I could not risk using the city mail continue reading …