Seven Empty Deposit Envelopes Showed What Was Happening At Carters Diner
Before Carter could ask another question, the sound of a locker door slamming in the back hallway broke the quiet.
Carter nodded to Henry and walked slowly toward the narrow corridor that led to the restrooms and the manager’s office.
The heavy wooden office door was cracked open about three inches.
Inside, Troy sat at the metal desk, a silver quarter rolling smoothly across his knuckles as he stared at the desk blotter.
On the desk sat a small blue ledger, its cardboard cover frayed at the corners.
Troy stopped the quarter with his thumb and quickly scribbled a column of numbers into the blue book.
He did not touch the digital terminal on his left; his focus was entirely on the handwritten pages.
Carter leaned closer to the gap, his eyes tracking the movement of Troy’s pen.
What was Troy recording in a private book that never went into the diner’s official daily safe drops?
A floorboard creaked under Carter’s work boot.
Troy instantly snapped the blue ledger shut and slid it deep under a stack of laminating sheets.
