Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

light switching on and throwing long, distorted shadows across the ceiling.

Raymond and I stayed in our seats, waiting for the crowd of assistants and reporters to clear the row.

“They are going to try to argue that the residence is a home office,” Raymond said.

“They can argue that to the grand jury,” I said.

We walked out into the high, tiled hallway,continue reading …