Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

plaza, his hand resting on the table near his cup.

“I have twelve years until retirement, Lydia,” he said. “My pension is tied to my standing with the senate.”

“We have the receipts,” I said. “We have the names.”

“We have them in a cardboard box,” Raymond said. “Without the Watchdog Initiative behind you, you are a private citizen filing continue reading …