“Check, please. Can I write one check for the whole year and pay upfront?” Sherry’s jaw hangs and she blinks about twenty-five times. “That’s … unprecedented. Typically, month-by-month payment is our standard because we can never guarantee …” She trails off, gaze sliding to Hank, and he grins. “I might be dead before the year’s up is what the nice lady’s trying to say, Carter.” “Fucking—” I drop my forehead until it hits the white metal desk. “You are unreal, old man.”
