Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

last trace of doubt evaporating in the warm light of Evelyn’s dining room.

“He was so nice to us today,” I said, looking at the sharp differences in the ink. “He apologized to Gary. He bought me lunch.”

“He’s trying to slow you down,” Evelyn said, tapping her glasses against the table. “He knows you’re looking, and he wants you to think everything is continue reading …