Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
Mr.
Gable was waiting just inside his glass door.
Three heavy cardboard banker’s boxes were stacked on the carpet next to the reception desk.
He pushed his glasses up by the bridge.
“Every receipt is sorted by year and vendor.
Tabbed and indexed.”
“Thank you for doing this so fast.”
“I also checked the holding account,” he said.