Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
Ranata took a step back toward the hallway.
“She’s lying,” Ranata said.
“Look at her.
She’s wearing work boots and driving a cheap rental.”
I reached into the brown folder one more time.
I took out the last document Mr.
Gable had given me.
It was printed on thick security paper with a watermarked edge.