Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

” he said, pulling out a chair for me.

The plate in front of me contained lukewarm green beans and a roll, but I did not touch them.

Curren leaned closer, his warm smile unchanging as the photographer from the local weekly paper snapped a photo of us.

“We have been looking at our discretionary funds for the upcoming fiscal year,” Curren continue reading …