Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account
“That isn’t enough.”
“It’s what I’ve got.”
The elevator bell chimed.
He walked toward it and didn’t look back.
My phone vibrated.
Gordon’s text said: Clerk stamped the release at two twenty-eight.
Arthur met me in the district attorney’s lobby at four.
He had the receipt number written on his yellow pad.