Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

you know it.”

Russell laughed, a short, sharp sound that had no humor in it. “Mabel, you are a retired library clerk. You do not know anything about property law or land development.”

“I know what a forgery looks like,” I said.

The clerk paused, her stamp hovering an inch above the paper, her eyes moving between the two of us.

Russell continue reading …