“Mrs.

Miller,” he said, a little apologetic.

“Someone left this for your husband a few days back.

He never came down for it.” He handed me a thick envelope, and I opened it, and inside was ten thousand five hundred dollars in cash, banded, and a sticky note in a hand I recognized. Brandon — here’s the full $10,500 I borrowed from you Sunday.

Thanks for the quick favor. — Liam. I felt the floor tilt.