Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
I rubbed the brass button on my uniform cuff.
I looked away from the boxes of shoes and focused on the far corner of the unit, where a heavy blue moving blanket covered a big square shape on the floor.
I pointed at the blue corner.
“What’s under that?” I asked.
Marcus walked over and pulled the heavy blanket back.
A pink suitcase covered in bright yellow stars stood upright on the stained concrete.
“That’s Lily’s,” I said.