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

“Lily calls hers Barnaby,” I said.

“Ours is named Waffles,” Marcus said.

He rested his big hands on the table.

“She sleeps with it every single night.”

“So does Lily,” I said.

Marcus nodded slowly.

“We’re going to get them, Hannah.”

Rebecca raised a hand to signal us to be quiet.