My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
“And you ate every single slice.”
Mr.
Miller handed Gregory a thick manila envelope.
“This contains your formal notice of investigation,” Mr.
Miller said.
“You have fourteen days to get a lawyer.”
Gregory stared at the envelope but didn’t take it.
It sat on the table next to the muddy blue passbook.
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