Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
“The warrant is approved,” I said.
“Sarah has it in her bag.”
Arthur set his cup down on the bench between us.
“Then we go to a lawyer today.
Not tomorrow.
Today.
There’s a man on Vine Street who does estates.”
“A lawyer wants fifteen hundred dollars to start.
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