Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
The frame froze on the empty driveway.
“She was the last person on the property,” Rebecca said.
“Derek left in a rideshare at thirteen thirty.
Patricia showed up forty minutes later.”
They hadn’t made a terrible mistake.
There had been no mix-up with Evelyn about the schedule.
Patricia had made up the whole babysitting arrangement from the very beginning.
She drove to my house knowing Derek was already miles away.