Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

a hard time after Mom passed.”

“Maybe,” I said, looking at the grease spot darkening the bottom of the white box.

“We have to meet him at the diner for lunch at one,” I said, checking the small clock on the wall. “He wants to discuss the next steps.”

“Are you going to ask him about the forty thousand?” Gary asked.

“Not yet,” I said. “We need to hear what continue reading …