A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
“Greg said an old friend was helping him find financing,” she whispered.
“Did he give you a name?”
“No.”
“He gave me no name either.”
Brenda stared at the photograph.
“This doesn’t prove he took your money.”
“No.
It proves he lied about knowing the man who came to my building.”