Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

on my desk.

We spent the next hour copying the records, our movements silent and methodical. The afternoon sun began to dip below the library roof opposite the lounge windows.

I left Raymond at the faculty lounge, carrying the duplicate files in my leather bag. The drive back to Wilshire Boulevard was slow, the traffic on the freeway moving in a thick,continue reading …