Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

“Just the standard easement paperwork,” Russell said, looking at his watch again. “Everything is signed, sealed, and ready for the vote on Thursday.”

The clerk pulled a blue paper folder toward her and began to ink her rubber stamp.

“That signature is not Arthur’s,” I said, my voice louder than I intended in the quiet room. “The ink is different, and continue reading …