Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

Price stood near the buffet line, his gold silk tie perfectly aligned, his hand resting on the shoulder of a dry cleaner from Avalon Boulevard.

He spotted me near the back entrance and waved me over with a wide, welcoming gesture.

“Lydia, my friend, come join us at the head table,” Curren said, his voice booming over the chatter of the crowd.

I walked continue reading …