Gable stamped a blue ink seal on the corner of the document and put it in a thick beige folder.

He typed a quick sequence of numbers on his keyboard and hit a final key.

“The wire transfer to your father is complete.”

He folded his hands over the file and looked at me.

“Your sister tried to call my office three times today.”

“Don’t answer her,” I said.

“I didn’t.

She left voicemails asking for a short-term bridge loan.”