I slid a pair of sunglasses down over my eyes.

For two years I had kept a black card zipped into a hidden compartment behind a stack of maxed-out debit cards.

For two years I had driven a ten-year-old hatchback to a job I secretly owned.

The game was finished now, and there was a lightness in that I hadn’t expected.

His laughter was the last piece of evidence, and the cleanest.

A kinder man, hearing his wife claim a thirty-five-million-dollar estate, might have been confused, or worried for her, or gentle in his disbelief.