Los Angeles Watchdog Group Tracks Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars in City Contracts

the discrepancy in my pad and left the building.

I met Wayne at five o’clock in a booth near the back of the Olympic Diner, where the air smelled of burnt grease and onions.

He was a large, gruff man who kept his heavy coat zipped to the neck and checked his gold watch twice before I even sat down.

“I have ten minutes, Lydia,” Wayne said, his voice low continue reading …