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

I heard Arthur speaking in a low, heavy rumble from the back of the house.

I walked down the hall and stepped into the kitchen.

Arthur sat at the head of the wooden table.

Helen sat next to him.

Ranata sat across from them, her posture perfectly straight.

Desmond stood in the corner near the sink, holding a glass of water.

Arthur was rapping his thick knuckles on the table.

He stopped the second I walked into the room.