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

A neat list of dates ran down the left side of the page.

The first date was October twentieth.

The note beside it read, Finalize travel accounts.

Marcus stepped closer.

He clicked his silver pen over and over, the metallic sound echoing in the narrow space.

“I need an evidence bag,” I said.

“Right now.”

“Put the papers back inside the case,” Marcus said.