“What happens if you say no when he hands you the pen?” Sarah asked.

“He won’t take no for an answer,” I said.

“He never has.”

Sarah jingled her car keys in her coat pocket, her jaw clenched as she looked at the calendar on her phone.

“Then we need to find out who that woman in the red coat is before Friday gets here,” she said.

“She’s tied up in the money somehow,” I said.

“I’m sure of it.”