A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

” she asked, her voice flat and professional.

“Stacey found it in his desk,” I said. “Look at the dates for October two years ago.”

Kara turned the page, her eyes scanning the precise blue handwriting.

Her rhythmic pen tapping stopped.

“He wrote down the exact amount of the dinner receipt from the French place on State Street,” she said, her voice dropping.continue reading …