was.
During the previous year, Cole’s study had become almost forbidden.
He never explicitly prohibited entry.
He simply made visiting so unpleasant that I eventually stopped.
His desk drawers held what Mr. Harris had instructed me to find.
Household bank statements.
Credit card records.
Wire-transfer confirmations.
Monthly deposits into the small spending account Cole allowed me.
I also found emails I’d printed during earlier moments of courage, then hidden behind old tax files.
You don’t need access to the investment accounts.
Tell me before you purchase anything over $200.
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