Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
“You’re completely out of control.”
“Did you actually see my signature on a single document?” I asked.
Arthur exhaled loudly into the phone.
The line crackled.
“I’m coming over there,” he said.
“Don’t leave the property.”
The call ended before I could say another word.
I walked out to the dirt driveway.