Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
He sat.
I heard a chair scrape behind me and Evelyn Thorne slid in beside Frank and set her yellow highlighter on her knee.
Brennan read from his notebook for a while without a sound in the room.
Then he looked up.
“On the record.
The court finds the signature on exhibit four to be an outright forgery, Mr.
Voss.
The forty-thousand-dollar encumbrance is void.