Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
“The quarterly dividend hit on Friday.
Fifty thousand dollars.”
“Move it out today.”
“The branch closes at four.
I’ll be there by two.”
David clicked his metal pen loudly and pulled a new legal pad across the desk.
On Tuesday at nine the key still turned.
I let David go in first and kept my hand pressed flat on the manila folder.