Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

office carrying stacks of white three-ring binders.

Raymond sat next to me on the third row of the heavy oak benches, placing his briefcase on his knees.

He took off his reading glasses and began to polish them with the wide end of his gray silk tie, his eyes narrowed against the glare of the overhead fluorescent lights.

“The committee members are going continue reading …