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

The branch manager slid a thick stack of printed bank statements across his polished mahogany desk.

Mr.

Harrison tapped a gold pen on the top page.

“The thirty-nine million is fully settled and spread across the new secure accounts,” he said.

I wiped a smudge of dry dirt off my jeans before touching the spotless white paper.

“I need to know the breakdown is exactly what I asked for,” I said.

Mr.

Harrison pointed to a column of figures.