A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway

He stared at the date beside the stamp.

His hands stopped working at his knuckles.

He went completely still.

“March ninth,” I said.

“Megan was in Florida.

I know for a fact she was in Florida.”

Arthur glanced at the door, then back at the thick paper.

“I never stamped this, Garrett, and you know my memory’s sharp,” he said.