“This check came out of a federal disbursement center in Atlanta.”

I pulled out one of the heavy wooden chairs and sat.

Arthur laid four different bank statements across the table.

He put them in date order, starting with the Thursday before Easter.

“The first forgery we found was only a stepping stone,” Arthur said.

“He never meant to pay it back, but he never meant to live on it, either.”

“He was using it to season my credit profile,” I said.