Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
Victor cleared his throat.
“The state board called my office at seven this morning.
They’re suspending my seal Monday.”
I set the cover back on the box and pressed it down.
“That’s between you and them.”
“I know.
I’m only telling you because it means there’s nothing left to threaten me with, and I want you to know I would have said it anyway.”
“All right.”