Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

“Donald Curtis,” the detective said, his voice calm and level. “I have an active warrant for your arrest on three counts of grand larceny and felony forgery.”

Donald stood up so fast his chair scraped back against the linoleum with a sharp shriek. “This is a lie. She signed those papers. She wanted the car.”

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