Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
I told him the house wasn’t his to borrow against.
Victor Vance dropped off a notary log last week.
He looked like a man with a fever.”
“What did Dustin say?”
“He said he had a buyer.” Arthur’s mouth went thin.
“He looked like a man watching a scoreboard.”
A teller called Arthur’s number.
He didn’t get up.