He drew a folded printout from inside his coat and smoothed it flat with the side of his hand.

“Dustin Miller owes sixty-five thousand dollars to an offshore bookie.”

I set my cup down without drinking from it.

“How do you know that?”

“One of your father’s old vendors still sends me his statements to check.

A collection notice came attached by mistake.” Arthur polished his glasses with the end of his tie.

“Account opened June third.

Sixty-five thousand even.