Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell

“Don’t spend one dime of that money,” Arthur said.

I pressed lightly on the brake pedal.

The sedan slowed to twenty miles an hour.

“The teller verified the funds,” I said.

“The money’s real, Arthur.”

“I know the money’s real,” Arthur said.

“I just pulled the wire history.”

“Then what’s the problem?” I asked.