Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

with several photocopied signatures lined up in rows.

I sat down beside her, the smell of old paper and peppermint tea filling the room.

“What did he find?” I asked.

“It’s exactly what we thought,” Evelyn said, sliding the report closer to me. “Look at the slant on the forty-thousand-dollar receipt.”

I leaned in, studying the magnified images of Martha’s continue reading …