Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

toward the rotunda, the sound of the cameras following us until we reached the heavy bronze doors of the main entrance.

We sat on a stone bench under the high dome, where the air smelled of old floor wax and wet eucalyptus from the plaza outside.

At two o’clock, we went back up to the third floor, but the double doors of the hearing continue reading …