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

Walt, my father-in-law, answered on the fourth ring that afternoon.

I was sitting in the company lot with the engine off and the phone on the dashboard.

“Harper. Hi.”

“Hi, Walt.

One quick question and then I’ll let you go.

Which clinic do you go to for your physical therapy?”

“Physical therapy?”

“Gloria said twice a week.