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

“Two slices of bread and a view of the parking lot.”

My watch read 8:17.

I looked at it again at 8:19 and wrote nothing down.

The phone rang at 9:06, and Julian’s name filled the screen.

Arthur pushed the pad across the table with one finger.

“Speaker.

Time first.

Then let it go to voicemail.”