Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

he turned and walked out, the bell above the door jingling behind him.

I paid my bill, left three dollars on the counter, and followed him out to the gravel lot.

By half past three, the clouds had bruised to a deep purple over the lake, carrying the scent of damp pine needles. I found Donald’s sedan parked in the driveway of the cottage on Cedar Road,continue reading …