A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“That’s all I’m saying.”
I looked past her toward the stairwell door.
“You should put that away.”
“Not until you tell me you won’t file.”
The envelope stayed open in her hand.
I could see the band around the bills inside.
“I am not going to talk about money in a hallway,” I said.
Vivian’s chin trembled.