Some books balance. Some books bury.

When Harold Pike—retired accounts payable clerk, crossword addict, creature of habit—opened a binder hidden behind a false panel in his late boss’s credenza, he thought he’d found a slush fund.

What he found was a map. And at the center of it, written in red ink, was the name of his own daughter.

This is The Ledger.

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