Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm

Derek laid the twelfth bill on the stack.

“Take the money, Michael.

We do this the right way, or we don’t do it.”

Michael tugged at his watch strap.

The leather felt tight on his wrist.

He looked at the twelve hundred dollars lying on top of his financial records.

“If Vance signs the order, the evaluator shows up without warning,” Michael said.

“Good,” Derek said.