I paid him forty-two hundred dollars over the following five weeks, which came out of the same account the rest of it came out of, and it is the best money I have ever spent on anything.
He slid a folder across that desk — blue, about three-quarters of an inch thick — and said:
“Mr. Miller, I need you to sit all the way back in that chair before you open this.”
Here Is What Was Actually in That Folder, and I Need to Correct the Version Going Around the Internet
Somebody posted a telling of this in a Facebook group last spring and it’s been shared something like fifty thousand times, and in that version there’s an FBI raid and a stolen corpse from an out-of-state morgue and a half-million-dollar insurance payout and fifteen-year federal prison sentences.
That version is more exciting than what happened and I need to walk it back, piece by piece, because real people are in this and because the comment sections have gotten ugly about things that are not true.
