“Does Julian know you’ve seen this?”

That one I let sit.

“Because if he doesn’t know, you have about a week,” she said.

“And if he does know, you have less.”

I put the envelope in the drawer under the phone books, where I keep the warranties for the furnace and the dishwasher.

“Bank tomorrow,” I said.

“Bank tomorrow, and then a lawyer.

Not a nice one.