The Man They Threw Out of City Hall

I followed.

In the lobby, Elias Ward was sitting on a bench outside the building, behind the glass doors, in the cold. His jar had been swept away. His coins were gone.

Mara stood in front of him.

“I found your name,” she said softly.

Elias looked up.

“You shouldn’t get involved.”

“You were listed in an archived property transfer from 1989,” she said. “Ward continue reading …