Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

of jumper cables.

The heavy lid of the trunk closed with a dull, metallic thud that echoed through the empty garage.

I sat in the driver’s seat for several minutes, the steering wheel hot beneath my hands.

The digital clock on the dashboard read twelve past twelve.

I drove east toward the coffee shop near the UCLA campus, the traffic on Santa Monica Boulevard continue reading …