Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account

“He thinks you’re soft enough to sit and wait.”

I sat down at the table and laid my hands flat on the wood while the refrigerator hummed behind me and the window went dark.

“Then tonight,” I said, “somebody at that club is going to hand him a bill, and he won’t have any way to pay it.”

Arthur’s pencil tapped the pad one more time.

“And then,” he said, “we find out what he does once the room goes quiet.”

My phone lay face up on the table between us.