A Fake September Fourteenth Lease Agreement Cost My Ex-Husband the Linden Court House
A woman answered on the third ring, and I could hear a scanner beeping behind her.
“This is Diane Whitaker,” I said.
“Is Lauren in today?”
“She’s on shift until three, ma’am.
Would you like to leave a message?”
I looked at the app again.
The gray letters hadn’t changed.
“Has she stepped out at all this morning?”