Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement

“Will you need a luggage cart?”

“No.

Only a receipt.”

I hung up and laid the folder on the bed.

The sheriff’s number still showed under my thumb.

The phone buzzed a second time.

This time it was David.

“The notice is stamped and in the courier’s hands,” he said.