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

“It’s just money,” Ranata said.

She pointed across the table at me.

“Fay has thirty-nine million dollars now.

She has more than enough to cover everything for everyone.”

I laid my hand flat on the brown folder.

“This is my money,” I said.

“Not yours.”

Desmond finally looked up from his shoes.