Eighteen Years After Ray Abandoned Him on a Dirt Road, Thomas Found His Mother’s Letter
At eight forty I was still sitting there.
My phone lit up with a voicemail from Arthur Vance.
I put it on speaker.
“Thomas, I’ve got a handwriting examiner named Evelyn Thorne.
Monday at ten in my conference room.
Bring the deed.”
I saved the message.
Pete came over and rapped two knuckles on my window.