Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope

To the dollar.” He tapped the page twice.

“The auditors swore forty-one thousand two hundred went missing.

Here it is, going somewhere.”

“Going where?”

“That’s the part I don’t have.” He shut the book.

“And a dead man’s handwriting won’t hold up against Brenda’s lawyer.

I need the bank’s copy.

Theirs, not his.”