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

She turned back toward her front door.

“Come inside.”

We followed her into her living room.

The air smelled of peppermint tea and old paper.

A dark wooden desk stood against the back wall with a black computer screen and a small pair of plastic speakers.

Evelyn pulled two wooden chairs over to the desk and pointed up toward her front rain gutter.

“My son put a digital security camera under the eaves last April,” Evelyn said.

“He wanted me to feel safe after the break-in down the block.”