Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two

“Arthur Vance put up his own commercial real estate portfolio as collateral,” David said.

“He took out a personal loan.”

“For how much?” I asked.

“Forty thousand dollars,” Miller said.

He laid a copy of a signed cashier’s check on the desk.

“Gerald gave the country club a forty-thousand-dollar check six weeks ago,” David said.

“He told Clare that deposit gave him the right to cancel the venue if she didn’t obey him.”

Miller turned the blue folder toward me.