How Eighty Acres of Wisconsin Oak Ridge Exposed My Ex-Husband’s Cash Scheme
I unbuttoned my coat pocket and took out my leather wallet.
I slipped my Wisconsin driver’s license out of its clear plastic window and laid it flat against the bottom edge of the lease.
My real signature was small, flat, and plain, with a straight line under the last name.
The signature on Brad’s contract had huge round loops on the capital A and an elaborate flourish on the last letter that I’d never written in my life.
“Take a look at those two signatures, Kurt,” I said.
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