Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

the doorway.

I turned around, my back pressed against the green metal cabinet, my hands hidden behind me.

Marcus was standing in the doorway, his blue kitchen towel draped over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on my face.

“Looking for the ladies’ room,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Restrooms are three doors down, Clara,” Marcus said, his eyes dropping continue reading …