“A twelve-hundred-dollar retainer,” Vance said.

“Bring the statements to the clerk by tomorrow afternoon.”

Michael shut the red ledger.

He had four hundred twelve dollars in his account.

He got up and put the notebook back in his briefcase.

He had to come up with the money before the deadline.

At one o’clock Michael pulled into the gravel lot of Derek’s auto repair shop on Route 4.

He walked past a truck engine in pieces and stepped into the little front office.