Richard leaned back in his leather chair and laid the pen flat on his green blotter.

“Where are the boys right now?”

“They’re sitting in the side parlor drinking juice,” I said.

Ethan took two steps toward me, stopping just short of my briefcase.

“How much do you want?

I offered you fifteen thousand dollars in the basket yesterday.”

“You offered fifteen thousand dollars to hide them,” I said.

“I offered you travel money so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of high society,” Ethan said.