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

“You’re all set,” Gregory said.

“She’s ready.”

I walked down the hall to room four fourteen.

I stopped outside the door and smoothed the front of my uniform jacket.

I rubbed the brass button on my cuff one last time.

I pushed the door open.

Lily sat on the edge of the hospital bed in a clean pair of blue jeans and a yellow sweater.

Her hair was brushed and parted down the middle.