Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

she would have to alert the manager, and my twenty-year history of quiet trust at this bank would be ruined. Mr. Harrison would know I was digging into an estate I did not legally control.

“No problem at all, Brenda,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I was just verifying the paperwork.”

“I can print the transaction slip for you, Clara, but continue reading …