Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
Medical.
I switched off the lamp at eleven.
The screen was the only light left in the room, and it still read three thousand five hundred.
The hotel coffee was four dollars and tasted like the paper cup.
I leaned the phone against the sugar caddy and scrolled back through three years of transfers.
Thirty-five thousand?
No.
Thirty-five hundred dollars, on the first of every month, memo MED SVCS, reference number ending in 4471.
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