My hand drifted to my left collarbone, my fingers pressing into the hollow before I dropped them back into my lap.

“Did the courier deliver the certified bank file?” I asked.

“Is the fifty thousand confirmed in the escrow ledger?”

Arthur tapped a thick manila envelope lying beside his legal pad.

“Escrow.

Every dime of it.

Vance called twenty minutes ago to make sure the cashier’s check was sitting in my trust account.”

“He thinks his client is walking out of here with a clean payout,” I said.