Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

“I have a class at four,” he said. “Are you going back to the Wilshire office?”

“No,” I said.

“My office is still open if you need a quiet place to work,” he said.

“Thank you, Raymond,” I said. “I think I will just walk for a while.”

He gave me a brief nod and walked toward the subway entrance, his shadow stretching long across the dry grass.