72 Hours to Bury Him

Synopsis

"A hundred and fifty dollars. That's enough to get you home." Trevor slapped three fifties on the table and pushed them across with one finger. The courthouse air conditioner droned above us. The ink on the divorce papers wasn't dry yet. I looked at the money and didn't move. Then he added, "Don't drag this out. I have a meeting this afternoon." I picked up the cash, folded it, and put it in my pocket. Then I stood, grabbed my bag, and walked out. He shouted something after me. I didn't catch it. I didn't need to. Seventy-two hours later, his company ground to a halt.