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

” she said.

I took the envelope and walked out of the bank.

The paper of the envelope felt heavy in my hand as I walked back down Spring Street, dodging the lunchtime crowds.

When I got back to the basement, Raymond was sitting at his desk, eating a turkey sandwich from a wax paper wrapper.

“Did you get it?” he asked.

I set the white envelope on the desk continue reading …