For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke

“I’m not going to refuse the payment,” I said.

“I’m going to trap him in front of witnesses.”

“How exactly?” Howard asked.

“We bring him into a formal bank meeting,” I said.

“We let him reach for the money.

And then we pull the floor out from under him.”

Howard looked at the missing deposit tags in the blue binder.

“You need a judge to freeze his accounts before that meeting,” Howard said.