Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

did not answer her. The silence between us grew until the sound of a camera flash from the main lobby echoed down the hall.

“The lawyers are downstairs,” she said, her voice flat. “They are talking about a plea.”

“I know,” I said.

I turned to leave, but she stood up, her hand reaching out toward my sleeve before she dropped it.

“He was trying to build continue reading …