Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
He looked exhausted, as if gravity were pulling harder on his bones.
His voice was completely flat.
All the anger from yesterday was gone, replaced by a cold, heavy finality.
“We can fix this,” Ranata said.
“Fay has the money now.
She can just make you whole.”
Ranata looked at me.
Her eyes were wide and frantic.