"I'm not worried about the drunks," Malcolm said, systematically opening each pill bottle. "I'm worried about the mafia gunman the morning after the drunks."

He popped all four pills into his mouth, then went to the sink and filled a glass with water, downing it all.

"And for clarity's sake, you and Winona won't be able to access the funds even if you want to; it's Willa's and Willa's alone. And I'll think about it in the light of day if you want, but if you'll stop moonlighting yourself potentially to death, my mind won't change.”

And it was the minimum she'd get. There was also the rest of Malcolm's money and whatever ungodly sum he'd eventually inherit from his mother.