Van

I closed the door to my office as Lena walked to the long table and opened her leather satchel. Before she had her laptop out, I walked to the highboy and poured us each a double bourbon—neat. “This one is for you,” I said as I set the tumbler down on the table.

“You might need another.”

“I didn’t want to worry Julia until I could explain. Where the fuck are my shares of Wade?”

“You didn’t sell all ...