George Brought a Sealed Legal Folder to His Son’s Wedding in an Atlanta Hotel
“Do you want me to refer the duplicate invoices to the district attorney?
That’s felony fraud territory, George.”
I looked at Evelyn’s journal on the corner of the desk.
The blue cloth cover was worn at the spine.
“No.”
“Say that again.”
“I don’t want to destroy them any further.
The truth has finished the work.” I closed the folder.