“Lady Iris said it wouldn’t cost that much to get the car fixed, boss. I didn’t hear anything about a million dollars.”
Barrett sounded thoroughly defeated.
“Very funny. I’m pretty sure I did hear one million. Isn’t that right, Iris?”
I looked at Iris with an exaggerated turn of my head.
“Um, well…” She pressed her lips together, a little unsure of how to proceed.
“Oh, yeah. Right you are! The one million is just for the car, but there are medical fees, too. Thanks for the reminder, by the way. I knew I’d forgotten about something.”
I kept going with the charade. “You heard her this time, right? The two guys that got hurt—they need some compensation for their hospital bills. Two hundred thousand each sound good?”
“Two hundred thousand?”
Barrett’s eyes widened to the size of dinner
