The carbon behind it was a cashier’s check from First National for forty-five thousand dollars, payable to Delaney Mercer, with my name signed on the purchaser line in ink that wasn’t my handwriting.

Dated eight days ago.

Still uncleared.

“Dee,” I said.

“Come over here and look at this.”

She didn’t move.

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Chloe had a whiteboard in the conference room, and she had written the witness list across it in green marker: Dr.