Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic

She climbed the three brick steps to my front porch.

Evelyn’s camera recorded sound as well as video.

The little microphone picked up the low rumble of a delivery truck on the main road, and then the sharp sound of Patricia knocking on my front door.

She didn’t use the doorbell.

She knocked three hard times on the painted wood.

The camera angle caught the edge of my front porch and the narrow glass sidelight next to the heavy door.

Through the glass, a small figure appeared in the shadows of the hallway.