Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
I checked all the new deadbolts, walked into the kitchen, and drank a glass of cold water.
I didn’t sleep at all.
At zero six thirty, I ignored two missed calls from Jenna and put my uniform back on.
I wanted to look exactly like the officer they claimed was unfit.
The Norfolk storage complex sat beside a rusted train yard.
The huge brick building threw a long shadow over the front gate.
I parked next to Rebecca at exactly zero seven fifty.
Marcus arrived two minutes later in his cruiser, his tires crunching loudly on the gravel.