Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

along the spine.

He laid the book on the table between our mugs.

“You will need to show them the handwriting,” Arthur said. “Russell does not know this exists.”

I reached out and touched the rough fabric of the cover, feeling the cold weight of the pages inside.

“Is this the ledger you used twelve years ago during the audit?” I asked.

Arthur continue reading …