Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement

“The thirty-five hundred was supposed to be for his mother’s therapy.

It comes out of the joint checking account.

It’s been three years now.”

“Out of your salary.”

“Into a joint account.

He could get at it too.”

David jotted a number on his pad, then another beneath it, and underlined them both.

“A hundred twenty-six thousand dollars, and that’s before the fees.”