Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
She let go of the necklace and tried another road.
“Are the police coming or not?
I want a straight answer for once.”
“I’m not calling anyone.”
“Not after what you heard in that room?”
“I’m not calling anyone.” I said it slower.
“The forgery is the state’s business now.
If they come, they come.
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