Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

cracking slightly. “A real notary stamp.”

“People can obtain stamps, Gary,” I said. “There is something wrong with Donald’s story, and we need to find out what it is.”

Gary kicked a stray piece of gravel into the dead grass.

“Donald is trying to help us get this sorted out,” Gary said, his eyes finally meeting mine, bright with frustration. “He offered continue reading …