Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

I had hidden there. “Beatrice told them I signed it during a busy afternoon at the salon.”

Gene did not look surprised; she simply stood under the amber glow of the driveway streetlamp, holding her green unlit pencil between her gloved fingers.

“I do not believe her,” Gene said slowly, her eyes fixed on the house behind us. “I know your handwriting, continue reading …