Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
I didn’t want any of it.”
“Where’s the money now?”
“I have seven thousand left in cash in my bag,” he gasped.
“I’ll give back every penny the second I get off this boat.
Just tell the police it was a mistake so they don’t arrest me when we dock.”
“Come inside,” I said, turning back toward the porch.
“Call me back on a landline.”
“I can’t, she’s watching me,” Derek said, his breath catching.