Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

my ribs. The weight was lighter than I expected, mostly paper and small personal tokens that had accumulated over twelve years of long evenings and cold coffee.

“I will leave the keys with the receptionist,” I said.

“You do not have to do that today,” Marcus said. “Take your time.”

“The keys belong to the office,” I said, walking toward the door. “And continue reading …