Three Weeks After Lucas Was Gone, Charles Claimed the House on Maple Street
“That’s why I sent the audit letter.”
I looked at the copy in my hand.
The bank’s logo sat at the top.
Below it, a line said: authorized by temporary administrator.
“Did you see him sign this?” I asked.
Franklin opened his hands on the table.
“The form came through the corporate courier.
The signature was already on it.”