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

Four forty.

At six I parked across the street from The Apex Club on Ellsworth.

The rain had let up, but the pavement still had a dark shine.

The lot was about half full.

The club was a long brick building with brass lamps and a driveway painted MEMBERS ONLY in white letters.

I called Julian from the driver’s seat.

He picked up on the second ring.

“Where are you right now?” I asked.