Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

to the padlock on the cabinet.

“The hallway was dark,” I said. “I must have taken a wrong turn.”

Marcus didn’t move for three long seconds. His hand reached up to wipe his brow, his face tight with a look I couldn’t quite read.

“Get your tea, Clara,” he said softly. “The diner’s closing early today.”

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