Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
I wrapped both hands around the mug and didn’t drink.
“Say the rest of it.”
He put his glasses on, then took them off and drew them through his tie.
“Your father kept two sets of books.
One for me, one for himself.
It took me three days to find the second set, because he wrote it in a code he thought was clever.”
“What kind of code?”
“Initials and first names.