Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
Marcus leaned over the table.
He clicked his pen again and pointed the tip at the paper.
“I loop the top of my H,” I said.
“I’ve done it that way since middle school.
Every form in my personnel file on base has that exact loop.
This H is just two straight vertical lines.”
“I need a known sample of your handwriting,” Marcus said.
“Something you signed before today.”