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

“No,” I said.

“I need to look at my personal wire transfers from the last few years.”

Brenda typed something on her keyboard.

The screen reflected in her clear plastic glasses.

“Which transfers are we looking at?” she asked.

“The January cashier’s checks,” I said.

“The forty thousand dollars going to Mark Stevens.

I need to know exactly when they clear.”