“If Maple Street stalls, the whole quarter goes under.

I’m the one keeping this family afloat.

You think money just drops out of the sky?”

“You told Hannah to give the clinic a different number.

A burner phone out of your truck.”

Richard looked away at the window over the sink.

“I didn’t want them pestering you at work with pointless automated calls.”

He snatched his keys off the counter.