Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

pressed the stamp onto the ink pad, then brought it down firmly on the corner of the photocopied minutes.

The crisp click of the metal against the wood table made the waitress look over from the counter.

“There,” Frank said, sliding the paper back to me. “That is the official county seal. They cannot ignore the signature on that.”

I folded the paper and continue reading …