Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

to find her personal ledger,” Evelyn said, looking up at me. “The blue one she used for daily balancing. If she authorized this, she would have written it down.”

“I will search the cottage desk this afternoon,” I said, folding the slip and sliding it deep into my cardigan pocket.

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