“He expects me to call him by noon,” I said.

“He thinks I’m sitting in some quiet hotel room waiting to bargain over our living arrangements.”

“Let him believe whatever keeps him quiet until tomorrow morning,” Frank said.

“Did you bring the bank routing records from two years back?”

I unzipped my leather tote and took out a manila folder stuffed with printed monthly statements.

“This covers the stretch when he said he was consulting for the logistics company in Elgin.”

Frank put his glasses back on and paged through with a precise index finger.