Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

the inventory.”

“That is very generous of you,” I said.

“It’s just the right thing to do,” Donald said. “We don’t need any more conflict.”

I took a small sip of the hot coffee, the taste bitter on my tongue.

Every word out of his mouth felt like a warm blanket being draped over a trap.

He paid for the lunch, counting out crisp bills from continue reading …