Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

Lydia,” she said.

“Take care of the plants in the lobby, Clara,” I said. “They do not get enough light from the street.”

I stepped out of the building and onto Wilshire Boulevard. The midday traffic was beginning to build, the sound of buses and delivery trucks bouncing off the concrete facades of the offices. I carried my box three blocks south to continue reading …