Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

wristwatch with a slow, practiced motion of his thumb.

I stared at the raised seal, my throat suddenly dry, the purple ink catching the light from the tall window.

Mr. Henderson leaned over, touched the textured purple ink with the tip of his finger, and nodded slowly.

“This is a registered notary stamp, Mrs. Vance,” the lawyer said, looking up at me.continue reading …