Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

from the ledger, his face grave. He looked at Arthur, who was still sitting quietly in the third row, his wool cap in his lap, his face completely expressionless.

“Mr. Vance,” Henderson called out, his voice echoing in the rafters. “Did you sign this easement on the fourth of October?”

Arthur paused for three seconds, his eyes resting on the tall windows continue reading …