Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
“It runs.”
“Then they can be there Wednesday before seven.
Cash at pickup.”
I wrote Wednesday, six forty, on a sticky note and stuck it to the manila folder.
“And what about the bank?” Sarah asked.
“Monday.
That’s when I file the fraud claim.”
Sarah quit typing.
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