Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

setting down two heavy ceramic mugs of hot coffee.

He didn’t look at Donald, and Donald didn’t look at him, but Marcus’s jaw was tight as he turned back toward the kitchen, his blue towel tucked into his apron.

“So,” Donald said, taking a sip of his coffee. “I spoke to the estate lawyer this morning, and I told him we are going to take our time with continue reading …