Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
The investigator marked it final.”
The envelope was heavy enough to make the reception counter sag when she put it down.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Open it right here.” Sarah stayed put.
“I’ll wait.”
I worked my thumb under the flap.
The pages inside were still warm from the courier’s bag.
I drew out the first one.