Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands
The copy Caroline had given me lay in a clear sleeve beside the binder.
The account numbers lined up with the bank records from Rosalie’s notebook.
“Page twelve,” I said.
“The date is wrong.”
The prosecutor leaned over.
“That’s the corrected statement.
The original bank printout is behind it.”
I read page twelve twice.
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