“How?”
“That’s what we’ve got to figure. He’ll probably take something down….”
Beau brightened a little. “He said he would. Half now. Half later.”
“So, okay. All you need right off is two grand and a half.”
He shrugged. “Might as well be two million.”
“I’ve heard you say, Beau, you could lay your hands on fortunes, and nobody would be wiser for years.”
He pulled away from her. “The bank?”
“You said…?” she gestured casually.
“My God, Net! I said so, sure. Portfolios full of negotiable stuff that I check, sometimes.
You could slip out millions and borrow on it—cash it in—and nobody would know till somebody looked. Maybe six months, maybe a year, maybe longer. But that’s out!”