In October, My Husband Left a Manila Envelope on Our Kitchen Table and Walked Out Into the Rain
Judge Thomas set his pen down on his notepad and looked directly at Arthur’s table.
“Mr.
Vance,” Judge Thomas said, his voice echoing in the silent room.
“Approach the podium.”
Arthur stood up, buttoned his suit jacket, and walked to the center microphone with his head held high.
“I am holding the bank guarantee dated August twenty-second,” Judge Thomas said.
“The signature for Gregory Whitman shows a fluent, sweeping script.”
Arthur cleared his throat.
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