Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
Through the side window I watched her stand on the porch for another minute, phone in hand, thumb hovering over the screen.
Then she got back in her car and backed out of the driveway without turning on her headlights until she reached the street.
I put the chain on and checked the doorbell camera app on my phone.
The feed was live and clear.
I saved the clip of Jenna’s car leaving and set my phone face down on the counter.
Lily’s rabbit was still at the hospital, on the little shelf by her bed.