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

Below that was a monthly fee of eight hundred and fifty dollars for Slip 14.

I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the folded note Emma had passed me.

I set it next to the yellow invoice.

The messy crayon letters Emma had written named the same town.

Emma had found the receipts for Stevens Holdings LLC in her father’s home office desk.

Now I knew exactly what Stevens Holdings was paying for.

Mark was renting a boat slip twelve miles away in the expensive lakefront district.