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

Brass.

Something that takes a key and not a phone.”

“Back door, or front?”

“The front.”

“Then you want the heavy one.” He set a box on the counter, and it landed with a thump far bigger than its size.

“Solid brass.

I’ve sold eleven of these in fifteen years, and every last one went to somebody who had just gotten rid of a man.”

He rang it up.