"Arthur. How are you feeling?" I asked, the feigned concern tasting like copper in my mouth.
The first year was a game of silent observation. I checked the social media accounts of the Italian resort where he retired. I saw photos of him drinking Brunello and staring at the Mediterranean. Every month, I cut a check for the staggering premiums. It was an overhead cost, like rent, but with a person attached. buying the beneficiary position on a life insurance policy
These are legal transactions, though highly regulated to prevent "Insurable Interest" fraud. "Arthur