She had a laptop open on a little two-seat table by the window and a cup of coffee going cold at her elbow.

“Say that again.”

I said it again.

She straightened her horn-rimmed glasses and typed with two fingers, then four.

“Did you accept the money?”

“It’s sitting in their account.

I haven’t touched it.”

“Leave it right there.” She pushed the coffee aside and slid a paper cup over to me.