Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

the only sound in the house until I heard the scrape of a chair from the dining room.

Evelyn was sitting at the oak table, her reading glasses tapping against her cheek as she studied a stack of old tax returns we had pulled the day before.

“What did Marcus say?” she asked, looking up as I hung my coat on the brass peg by the door.

“Donald’s cousin is continue reading …