Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

old tax reference manuals at the bottom of the box.

The brass desk clock went in next, wrapped in a wool scarf I kept on the back of my chair.

I walked out of the suite without looking at the brass nameplate near the door, my heels clicking against the terrazzo floor of the corridor.

The parking garage beneath the building was dark and smelled of damp continue reading …