Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

the blue blazer was still waiting by the concrete pillar, but he was looking at his phone now, his microphone tucked under his arm.

I turned away from the cameras, leaving the courthouse steps behind me.

The bus back to Wilshire Boulevard was nearly empty, its vinyl seats smelling of damp wool and old vinyl. I watched the businesses drift past the scratched continue reading …