“Okay,” she said. “Yes. I can verify.”
She glanced at me again.
“They need a passcode,” she said, covering the phone slightly. “You got any idea what she would’ve used?”
“I didn’t even know about this account! How am I supposed to know a goddamn code?”
“…wait,” she said quietly. She pulled the phone back to her ear. “Try Levi.”
Pause.
“Yes.”
My face screwed up. My middle name I never told anybody outside Dillon and Alice?
“Verification confirmed.”
Rory closed her eyes for a second. Then opened them again. She didn’t say anything right away after the verification went through.
“Ay man, how you find out the passcode was my middle name?”
Her eyes turned to me, thinking.
“…that’smymiddle name.”
What the fuck.
“I don’t know what’s more fucked up,” she sighed. “The fact that my mother gave me your middle name or that we fuck raw and this is the first time we heard each other’s middle names.”
“Definitely the first one.” I rotated my shoulder that the sling laid on. “Who gives a fuck about anyone’s middle name anymore.”
“Fair.”
Then she straightened when the voice on the phone spoke again.
“Can you put it on speaker?” I asked.
She tapped the screen and lowered the phone between us.
The voice on the other end came through clear now.
“Can you confirm the current balance on the account please?” Rory asked.
There was a brief pause while the representative pulled it up.
I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until I heard it.
“…the current balance, including accrued interest and reinvested distributions, is nine hundred and ninety-three million, four hundred and?—”
I didn’t hear the rest. Because that number?—
“…you serious?” I muttered, more to myself than anybody else.
About a billion dollars…
I looked at her. “Do you know what this means?”
She turned to me and grinned slowly. “You need a loan from me?”
