“You said to send it!” I shouted at Zach. How could he even think about turning this around on me? He very clearly said, “Jane, go ahead and transfer the money.” I remember even asking for clarification on how much to transfer. I said, “All of it?” I just don’t understand how there could have been any miscommunication. But there definitely was miscommunication. Zach says he meant “all of it” meant-the entire amount they are asking for, not all of our money in savings. How was I supposed to know. He said he had a plan. He said he would get it back. I trusted the Zach new what he was doing, he was the financial expert in the marriage. You know what I think though, I think he was scared of the organization and was embarrassed to admit he didn’t know it was a scam. Now to save face he is blaming me that we are broke and don’t know where our next meal is coming from. I’ll go out and get us each a big cardboard box to sleep in when we lose the up town condo.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before.” I said wide eyed and attentive. At first he just stared back, unblinking and dismissive. Finally in a slow almost mumble he said, “ you should be thankful for that.” I knew what Quincy meant, he was not a good person, but he was brilliant. As we sat across the gray metal table from each other, I could see the hand cuffs hold his left arm to the table. I understood it was for my own safety, but there was nothing he could do to me in this dingy bare room. I leaned forward and asked him in a whisper if he would be willing to to teach me everything he knew. I could see the shock on his face as he looked in my eyes for the first time. I didn’t know how to explain to him that I was at the top of my game as a defense attorney and my brain was bored. I fantasized about doing the things he had done, and I knew from professional experience how to get away with it better then Quincy Lee, the famous serial killer did.