My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

account access tools.”

Denise made a sound. Small. Ugly.

“The car?” she said.

Carl looked at her. “Yes, ma’am.”

“But it’s in my name.”

“That doesn’t help you.”

Brandon barked out, “This is insane. It’s a misunderstanding. She’s my wife’s sister.”

“That’s correct,” I said. “He knows who I am.”

Carl turned a page.

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