It was an original blue-and-white deposit slip from Royal Credit Union in Menomonie, dated August twelfth.

The total at the bottom said four thousand dollars, deposited in cash straight into Brad’s personal account.

The account number on it was his alone, the individual account he’d opened after our divorce decree was signed.

There was nothing about stand maintenance costs or any split of the money.

He’d taken the whole wad of hundred-dollar bills from Kurt and put it directly into his private checking to pay down his debts.

I folded the thin slip twice and shoved it deep into the back pocket of my jeans.