Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys

“Four hundred and twelve thousand dollars,” he said.

“Moved out the same day the Boston locks were changed.”

“On paper, she’s the account holder.”

“On paper, yes, she is.”

I ran my finger down the column.

Most of the money had gone to a Greenwich branch I had never once used.

One line showed a cashier’s check for sixty-eight thousand dollars with nothing in the memo line.

“Who’s the check made out to?”