Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

of his salad, his expression remaining perfectly calm.

“In a city this size, eighty thousand dollars is a rounding error, Lydia,” he said, wiping his mouth with a linen napkin. “Let the auditors do their job while you do yours.”

I packed the brass clock into my bag and stood up before the coffee arrived.

At three, the basement of the continue reading …