“You’re sure the money’s coming,” Fairbank was saying.

He tapped a pen against a clipboard, and he did not look like a confident man.

He looked like a man who had agreed to something he was beginning to regret.

“Do you understand what I’m putting on the line here?

Falsifying an admission like this — if anyone pulls this chart, it’s my license.

It’s prison.”

Brady laughed, easy.

“I told you, the money’s not the problem.