So I reached into my blazer, thumbed my phone to zero brightness, opened the voice recorder, and pressed it to the gap in the door.

Chapter 5 — My Father’s Money

I had enough within a minute to prove the fraud.

Then the conversation turned, and took the last warm thing I had left.

Brady lowered his voice, but not enough.

“You don’t have to sweat your fee up front, doc.

That’s already handled — it’s clearing today.

The rest, my sister covers on paper.” Fairbank frowned.