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

“We know Arthur and Helen well.

But your accounts are walled off completely.”

I signed my name in blue ink.

“I want a flag placed on my profile,” I said.

“If anyone calls asking about my balances, you tell them nothing and you call me immediately.”

Mr.

Harrison typed exactly that into his computer.

The keyboard clacked in the quiet room.