The Morning After My Son’s Funeral, an Airport Worker Called and Said, “Your Son Checked In”

to the end before you do anything,” he said. “Please. I know you. You’re going to want to go straight at somebody. Don’t. Not yet.”

I pressed my palm flat against the table.

“About two years ago I started noticing money moving,” David said. “Not big. Small enough that if you weren’t looking you’d call it noise. Four hundred here, eleven hundred there.continue reading …