Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

his left, keeping a thick leather portfolio zipped shut on his lap.

“Marcus tells me you have been spending a lot of time in the municipal archives,” Price said, his smile wide and practiced.

“The archives are quiet,” I said.

“We need you out in the sunshine, my friend,” Price said, gesturing to the open patio. “We are doing great things in the Ninth,continue reading …