Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
A grid of blue icons filled the screen, each marked with an eight-digit date code.
“Find Tuesday, October tenth,” Rebecca said, leaning over the edge of the desk.
Evelyn moved the cursor down to the third row of icons and double-clicked a file labeled ten-ten.
A list of twenty-four video clips appeared in a column, starting at midnight.
“Start at eleven hundred hours,” I said.
Evelyn moved the cursor down to the file marked eleven thirty AM and clicked.
A video player opened in the middle of the screen, showing bright sunlight bouncing off my front lawn and driveway.