Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

debt to make it legal against the estate,” Evelyn said, looking up at me.

“The county records office,” I said.

“They close early on Thursdays,” Evelyn said, looking at the clock on the wall.

“Then I am going now,” I said, grabbing my keys from the table.

The drive to the county administration building in town was silent, the heater in my car whistling continue reading …