Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

files are with the prosecutor now, Lydia,” he said. “Our part of the paper trail is complete.”

I looked at the water rising and falling in the concrete fountain.

“It does not feel like a victory,” I said.

“It shouldn’t,” Raymond said. “It is just the ledger being corrected.”

He folded the newspaper twice and stood up, sliding it into his leather briefcase.continue reading …