Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

Evelyn sat at the corner desk, her glasses pushed high up her nose. She kept her fingers on the edge of the bottom drawer of Gregory’s desk, waiting for my nod.

“He took his keys with him, but he never locks the filing cabinet on the right,” Evelyn said, her slow drawl barely carrying across the small room.

I pulled the metal handle.continue reading …