Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

moving in a slow, disjointed rhythm.

Raymond Ellis was already sitting at a small corner table when I arrived at two o’clock.

He had a cup of black coffee in front of him, the steam rising toward the low ceiling of the cafe.

He did not have his reading glasses on, and his tie was slightly askew.

“The department chair called me into his continue reading …