Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

is beautiful, Curren,” I said, touching the cold metal.

“Focus on the positive community initiatives, Lydia,” he said, leaning closer. “Our seniors need those new parks, not more old paperwork.”

I set the clock on the table between us.

“The March 9 ledger has two different versions,” I said.

Price laughed, a warm sound that made the diners at the next continue reading …