Pastor Neal Ostrander held the bank envelope above the potluck table and said, "Five thousand one hundred dollars, gone" — then pointed straight at…
"Seven thousand two hundred dollars, from the gear fund, and I know who took it." Fire Chief Dwayne Kohler stood at the podium with…
Gary Ledbetter stood at the podium, flipped one page in the district ledger, and said the words "Forty-nine hundred dollars, missing from the activity…
"Sixty-eight hundred dollars out of the sale account, and I know who signed the cattle through." Clint Voss said it into the microphone with…
"You're done," Principal Dot Aimes said, holding Amos Pruitt's timecard over her head in front of ninety parents. Amos Pruitt had mopped that cafeteria…
Captain Lonnie Broussard had T-Boy by the shirt collar on the dock boards in front of forty buyers, shouting that the season's cash catch…
"You stole from this club, Whitaker." Thurston Bell's hand closed around the groundskeeper's sleeve, and two hundred members of the Parnell Country Club w…
Harbor Master Gil Trent had deckhand Wally Sorenson by the collar of his orange vest in front of forty idling cars, shouting that $2,800…
"You stole the safety fund," Selectman Royce Packard said, his finger pointed straight at Lorna Beauchene's face. Lorna had been the town's crossing guard…
Thurston Bell had Clyde Whitaker by the sleeve in front of two hundred members, and the first thing he said was, "Where's the dues…
"You don't belong here," Verl Buchholz shouted, and he yanked the mop out of Hap Lindquist's hands and sent it clattering down the wooden…
"Where's the fare money, Wally?" Harbor Master Gil Trent had him by the collar of his orange vest, and forty idling cars had already…