There has to be a legal way to expose a forged document.”

Margaret fed her parking ticket into the machine.

The gate arm rose.

We pulled out onto the busy street and headed toward the business district.

I gazed out the passenger window at the storefronts going by.

I brought up the photo of the forgery again and zoomed in on the signature.

We got to the law office at six that evening.

The marble lobby was totally empty.