Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

cup of six-dollar cold brew between his hands.

He did not look up until I slid onto the vinyl seat opposite him.

He took off his reading glasses and began to polish them with the wide end of his tie, his movements slow and practiced.

“I have something from the county clerk’s office,” he said, slide-pushing a folded photocopy across the formica table.

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