Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

behind the kitchen.”

I nodded, the stiff bristles of the broom scraping against a flat paving stone.

“That was kind of him,” I said.

“He seemed relieved,” Gary said. “Like a weight had been lifted off him too.”

We worked in silence for another twenty minutes, the only sound the scraping of my broom and the soft pat of soil in Gary’s hands.

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