Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
Marcus stood a few feet away by a big potted fern, his arms perfectly still at his sides.
He had insisted on following the ambulance and staying until a detective could take over the case file in the morning.
A young nurse with tired eyes had come out ten minutes earlier to give me an update.
Lily was asleep on a slow IV drip to replace the fluids she had lost.
They were running a full panel of blood work to check her kidney function.
They wouldn’t let me into the room until the attending physician finished his evening rounds.