My salary was entirely in my own name.

The cashier’s check for twelve thousand four hundred dollars was in my inside coat pocket, safe and cleared.

I glanced at the dashboard clock.

The digital readout said 5:32 PM.

In under thirty minutes, Daniel would walk up to the ATM at the gas station down the street from the house, slide in his debit card, and try to take out three hundred dollars for his evening spending.

The machine would spit the card back.