Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account
I laid the page down between column two and column three.
He read it twice.
Then he tapped the pencil on the upper right corner, where the date was.
“June twelfth,” he said.
“Who is Mrs.
Halstead to you?”
“She restrings pearls.
She’s known me since I was nine years old.”