Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

to load the network login page.

I tried my desk phone, but the line carried only a high-pitched, rhythmic clicking.

The silence of the empty office felt heavier now, the light outside fading to a pale violet over the rooftops of Wilshire.

I gathered my notebook and the photocopies, sliding them into my canvas bag before locking the front door behind me.continue reading …