Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

with the blue towel, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the notepad. “Brisket’s up four percent this month. Who told you I could get it cheap?”

“Your cousin in Lansing said you had a distributor line,” Evelyn lied smoothly.

I slipped my hand into my coat pocket and gripped the copper key. The brass ring attached to it didn’t make a sound as I squeezed continue reading …