Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
The zipper made a sharp buzzing sound in the quiet storage unit, and I stood up and turned my back on the luggage.
Marcus went to the gray metal filing cabinet.
The top drawer was secured with a built-in cylinder lock.
He used his utility knife to pry the cheap metal latch away from the frame.
The lock popped with a sharp metallic ping.
Marcus pulled the heavy steel drawer out.
It was full of green hanging folders, their plastic label tabs completely blank.
Marcus pulled a thick manila envelope from the very front folder.