Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

and walked out into the chilly October air.

I drove straight back to Evelyn’s house to drop off the fee, then headed toward the cottage on Cedar Road.

Gary was waiting for me on the porch, his hands deep in his pockets as he watched the gray lake water.

He cracked his knuckles as I walked up the wooden steps, a habit that always showed his anxiety.

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