Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

in his hand, his eyes shifting toward the rear-view mirror.

“You shouldn’t have called me, Mrs. Martinez,” he said, his voice tight.

“You sent me the ledger, David,” I said, keeping my hands on the steering wheel. “You wanted me to find the discrepancy.”

“I wanted someone to look at the books,” David said, sliding the folded paper across the center console.continue reading …