Three Weeks After Lucas Was Gone, Charles Claimed the House on Maple Street

Franklin opened the bank folder and laid the wire record flat.

The amount was forty-one thousand two hundred dollars.

The signature line carried my name.

“The ink is a stamp,” Franklin said.

“The bank has the printer trace.

It came from the Baldwin Logistics office.”

Charles didn’t look at the paper.

He looked at the double doors at the end of the hall.