Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

demand for those banking disclosures, everyone on the eighth floor of City Hall will know exactly where you are looking.”

The yellow pencil went back to tapping against the blotter.

I gathered the photocopies from his desk and slid them back into my folder.

At half past twelve, the smell of eucalyptus trees after rain hung over the concrete plaza outside continue reading …