Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

looking out at the sunny courtyard where students were sitting on the grass.

“Be careful, Lydia,” he said. “The councilman still has many friends in the county building.”

“I know,” I said.

I left him standing in the shadow of the brick archway and walked back to the parking structure. The heat inside my Buick was heavy, the steering wheel warm to the continue reading …