Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

approved by the city council,” he said.

“Which partners?” I asked.

“The paperwork is all inside, my friend,” Curren said, standing up to walk toward the podium as the master of ceremonies called the room to order.

I sat through the speeches, my hand resting on the strap of my bag where the envelope lay.

At one o’clock, the crowd began to disperse, drifting continue reading …