Nobody ever has to see your bank balance.”

He smoothed down the lapels of his jacket, though they were already lying flat.

“You sign right here, and you walk away with your dignity.”

I looked down at the page.

At the bottom were a notary block, a stamp, and a line for my name.

The signature was a looping S.

Palmer that leaned to the right.

My hand had never made an S like that.