Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

tapping a yellow pencil against his chin. The pencil made a tiny, regular sound against the wood.

“Is the property owner present?” Henderson asked, looking over spectacles at the rows of wooden benches.

Arthur did not move, but I stood up, lifting the briefcase by its stiff handle. The green ledger was balanced in my left arm, its weight reassuring continue reading …