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

“Which you have.”

I put the paper back on the stack.

“Keep these safe until the land sale is completely closed,” I said.

“They’ll go straight into the vault,” he said.

“Are you expecting a dispute with a creditor?”

“I don’t have any creditors,” I said.

Mr.

Gable squared the corners of the stack with very precise movements.