“You were in prison for fourteen years,” Ethan says. “A lot could have happened. Somebody might have found the money and taken it, or told the Iraqi government.”

Finn shakes his head. “It was your dad.”

I look at Ethan, then back at Finn. “Why do you think our father took it?”

“It wasn’t Perkins. And I doubt it was Yousef.”

“Why?” Ethan asks.

“Because Yousef wouldn’t know how to move that kind of money to the States,” Finn says. “And it got moved. I went to visit Cortez’s widow, Elena. She was living in a nice little house outside of Baltimore, where Cortez was from. Had a new husband, a dentist. Cortez’s daughter Sofía was all grown up. Drove a BMW. At first I figured that was the dentist, but Elena told me it was from Hector. Said a year or so after Hector died, someone left a suitcase on her front porch. There were two million dollars in it, in cash, with a typed note that said, ‘From Hector.’ Your father must have sent it to her. She swore she didn’t have any more, or know anything else about it.”

“You didn’t think maybe she was lying?”

“I was holding a gun to Sofía’s head when she swore it,” Finn says. “She was telling the truth.”

“Okay,” I say, and I draw my CZ and aim it at Finn, center mass. “Story time’s over.”

“Suzie,” Ethan says.

Finn frowns quizzically. “Now you’re going to shoot me?”

“Yes.”

“Susannah,” Ethan says, his voice louder.

My eyes on Finn, I say to Ethan, “I know how to clean up after shooting someone.”

“And I’d love to hear how you learned to do that,” Finn says. He plants his hands on the arms of the overstuffed chair in preparation to stand. “But I’m on the clock and have to get going.”

I shift my aim so my pistol is pointing at his leg, and I’m beginning to pull the trigger when I realize Wilson is sniffing around Finn’s feet. “Wilson!” I call. Wilson jerks his head up and looks at me. “Come!” Wilson puts his head down and slowly walks my way.

“You aren’t going to shoot me,” Finn says.

“The fuck I’m not.”

“Suzie!” Ethan says.

“Shut up,” I tell him. “We’re not playing his game. I’m not helping him look for millions of dollars that he thinks Dad stole.”

Calmly, Finn says, “He did steal the money.”