Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

in the auditor’s office agreed to look at the numbers, but only if we met outside his building.”

He looked up, his brow furrowed. “Be careful with who you show those copies to, Lydia.”

The coffee shop on Spring Street was loud with the noon rush, the hum of an espresso machine drowning out the conversations around the small round tables. I sat in the continue reading …