Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
“Victor submitted his formal resignation to the state licensing board at exactly ten fifteen,” Arthur said.
I unscrewed the old silver strike plate from the thick wooden door frame.
“Does the state licensing board know about the forged notary stamp on the quitclaim deed?” I asked.
“He cited personal health reasons on the official paperwork to avoid a criminal investigation,” Arthur said.
I pulled the old metal cylinder all the way out of the heavy black wood.
Arthur opened a small square cardboard box and handed me a brand-new brass lock mechanism.