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

Mr.

Gable took the withdrawal slips out of a manila folder.

I looked at the bottom of each one.

My name was there, or something close to it.

The letters leaned the wrong way.

The i in Whitfield had no dot at all, and the loop on the f was open instead of closed.

“That isn’t my handwriting.”

Mr.