Every Night at Six Thirty, Bob Drove Away, Until His Other Wife Said My Name
“Three days ago, First Community Bank opened an internal audit on joint account four-eight-two,” Donald said into the microphone.
He laid the plastic sleeves on the commissioner’s bench.
“The signature on the October transfer slip and the signature on the Oakridge quitclaim deed don’t match Mrs.
Vance’s established bank records,” Donald said.
“Our forensic document examiner finished his report at eight this morning.”
Bob reached for his belt loop and touched his brass key ring before laying his hands flat on the table.
“The records speak for themselves, Mr.