Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table

The logo at the top belonged to the Azure Springs Resort, a huge luxury complex ninety miles away.

I flattened the paper out on the tile.

The date at the top caught my eye immediately.

It was the second Tuesday of last month.

That was the exact day Helen had sat across from me at the coffee shop and said they were struggling with cash flow.

It was the same week Arthur complained about his retirement yields dropping.

I read the itemized list.