Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

morning,” I said.

Price offered a wide, reassuring smile and patted my shoulder. “We have nothing to hide in the Ninth District, my friend.”

By one o’clock, the heat on Broadway was heavy with the smell of exhaust. Raymond met me at a corner booth in the diner, where two cold brews and a plate of toast cost twelve dollars. I spread a photocopy of the continue reading …