Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

next year who knows that someone is actually looking at the books.”

“Let’s hope so,” I said. “Though the books have a way of getting dirty again when no one is watching.”

We sat in silence for a long time, the afternoon sun filtering through the eucalyptus leaves, casting moving patterns of light and shadow across our shoes. The coffee grew cold in my continue reading …