Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

it tight.

“Lansing doesn’t know what they’re talking about,” Marcus muttered, but he reached for a pencil behind his ear. “Let me show you the invoice sheet from Tuesday.”

As Marcus turned his back to reach for the clipboard under the register, I stood up from the booth. I didn’t look at Evelyn.

I walked past the restrooms, my rubber-soled shoes silent continue reading …