I can’t feed two kids on dirty copper.”

“The bank gave me what I asked for, and now it’s yours,” Dale said.

He snatched a heavy steel torque wrench off his rolling cart and turned his back on me.

“You’ve got until noon tomorrow before Vance turns those student accounts over to the collections lawyer.

You’re going to miss that deadline, Becky.

You’re going to let your kids down, and the whole town of Oak Creek is going to watch you do it.”

I turned and walked out of the bay without another word.