Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

Evelyn said, her voice smooth and bright. “And I need to bend your ear about the Grace Church autumn picnic.”

I slid into the booth farthest from the counter, my back to the hallway that led to the restrooms and the private office. My heart beat in a steady, heavy rhythm against my ribs.

“What’s the church want now?” Marcus asked, leaning his elbows continue reading …