Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

” she asked.

“I need to make a withdrawal,” I said, sliding my debit card and my identification card across the polished black counter. “Five hundred dollars, please.”

Elena tapped on her keyboard, her eyes reflecting the pale blue light of her monitor. “Would you like that in twenties or hundreds?” she asked.

“Hundreds will be fine,continue reading …