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

“This is my house,” I said.

“This is my document case.

I bought it at an office supply store three years ago.”

“Just tell me before you force the lock,” Marcus said.

I jammed the flat tip under the silver latch.

The edge of the screwdriver bit into the plastic casing.

I pushed down hard on the yellow handle.

The lock held for a second before the metal bent with a loud snap, and the latch popped up and hit my knuckles.