Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

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“Are you coming back for lunch?” Gary asked.

“Probably not until three,” I said. “I want to see if the library got those new history books in.”

“Tell Mrs. Gable I said hello,” Gary said.

I stepped out of the greenhouse, the cool autumn air hitting my face with a sudden, crisp contrast to the warm humidity inside.

The gravel driveway was quiet, the continue reading …