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

“I took it over to your main office to notarize some fleet titles.”

“When I got back here, my leather briefcase had nothing in it.”

“You never reported it missing,” I said.

“I found it seven days later,” Arthur said.

“It was sitting right on the edge of my desk when I came in one Monday morning.”

“Who was in my office the day you brought it over?” I asked.

“Just the regular dispatch staff,” Arthur said.

“And Tiffany.