Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

” Marcus said.

“He worked for you three years ago,” I said. “Before he started his consulting business.”

Marcus grabbed his blue kitchen towel and began to wipe the clean counter in front of me, rubbing the same spot over and over.

“That was a long time ago, Clara,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow again.

“Did he leave on good terms?” I asked.

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