Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

pocket of my coat.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Elena asked.

“No, thank you,” I said.

I walked back out to the street, the cold cash heavy against my ribs, knowing that every dollar of my own money I spent on this investigation was a dollar I could not recover if the board decided to let me go.

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