Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

were destroyed after the scanning,” Helen said, sliding her glasses up her nose. “But he kept the money.”

“And Gerald let him?” I asked.

“Gerald didn’t know about the private bank transfer until the audit started this spring,” Helen said. “He thought Arthur had simply cleaned out his old desk.”

I folded the paper and slipped it into continue reading …