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

I knew exactly where their money had gone.

It had gone to luxury spa visits, premium groceries, and whatever else Desmond and Ranata needed to keep up their upscale house.

I stood up and walked into the kitchen.

I grabbed the single car key from the counter.

I put my jacket on and zipped it all the way up.

I walked back into the office and picked up the brown folder.

I carried the three banker’s boxes of receipts out to the rental car first.