Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

Lydia. The people want results, not administrative delays.”

Marcus did not look up from his water glass, his fingers tightening around the edge of his leather portfolio.

The waiter brought our salads, the scent of olive oil and grilled lemon filling the space between us.

Price reached into a paper shopping bag on the empty chair beside him and pulled continue reading …