Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

the mid-morning traffic on Sunset Boulevard. The air was warm, smelling of dry asphalt and the eucalyptus trees that lined the hills. I parked in the structure near the library, paying the fifty-five-dollar daily rate at the automated kiosk.

Inside the library, the air was cool and smelled of old paper and carpet cleaner. I found Raymond continue reading …