Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

touch the files in the bottom drawer until you were here to look through them.”

“Thank you, Marcus,” I said. “That was thoughtful of you.”

I walked over to the desk and touched the corner of the wood. The surface was clean, polished recently with a lemon-scented wax that did not completely mask the smell of old paper and dust beneath it.

“The board asked continue reading …