CHAPTER 13
Marvin Glasser was turning into an extraordinary pain in the ass.
"Your husband loves to play games, doesn't he?" I said. "Did he also close the bank account?"
Nan shook her head, her silver hair catching the light. "I'm surprised that he didn't, actually."
"Well, I'm not surprised." I held up the money she'd given me as a visual aid. "If he'd left you penniless, you'd have no choice but to file for divorce and he sure doesn't want that. How much money is still in the account--in all the accounts that you have access to?"
"About fifty thousand dollars."
"Here's what I think you should do," I said. "Take the money out and open a new account in a different bank. I usually counsel my clients to take only half the money, but your husband needs to be taught a lesson."
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