“I need the EIN, the 2019 filing, and every statement the bank’s willing to release.

I’ll do it for the price of the coffee.”

“That isn’t a real rate.”

“It is when a JAG captain got my brother’s discharge upgraded and never once sent me a bill.” She flipped the filing over.

“What’s stapled to the back of this?”

A receipt.

Eighty-five dollars, a notary fee, paid from the Palmer realty account.

October 14, 2021.