Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

I’ll do it. I should have done it five years ago.”

“Thank you, Marcus,” I said. “But I don’t think we will need a trial.”

I walked out of the diner into the late afternoon chill, the sky over the lake turning a pale, watery yellow.

By six o’clock, my kitchen table was covered in legal documents. Evelyn sat in the corner chair, her reading glasses pushed continue reading …