“I’ve known you for years, Oliver. Despite our professional differences, I do want to see you recover.”
Oliver shook Pennoyer’s hand. He turned to the door with his hand outstretched to Richard. His fingers closed around two checks that Richard placed into his hand. Oliver nodded his appreciation. He wordlessly closed the door on the way out of the hotel room. His mind raced toward the steps he had to make to complete the day : the bank, Zippy, the liquor store, Cyllvia.
Oliver roared out of the parking lot into the rain. The window wipers struggled to push the water away. He squinted into the distance to make out the drawer bank that would cash the checks. Wells Fargo on the right. He pulled into the parking lot, narrowly averting an accident with the armored vehicle. Oliver r
