Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
A brass bell jingled over our heads as Rebecca pushed the heavy door open.
A man with thin gray hair and a blue blazer stood behind a laminate desk near the back wall.
His plastic name tag read Thomas.
“Detective Vance,” Thomas said, setting down a ceramic mug.
He looked at my green uniform trousers and blouse.
“Mrs.
Miller?”
“Captain Hannah Miller,” I said.