Arthur didn’t look at the lawyer. He looked at me. His eyes were milky with cataracts but sharp with a residual, biting intelligence. "I understand that I am selling you my expiration date," he said. His voice was a low rasp. "I get two million now. You pay the premiums until I’m gone. Then you get the full four."
I felt a surge of adrenaline—the dark, electric thrill of a closing deal. "I’m sorry to hear that, Arthur. Truly." buying the beneficiary position on a life insurance policy
Viaticals involve terminally ill insureds; life settlements typically involve seniors with longer life expectancies. Arthur didn’t look at the lawyer
"I’m dying, Elias. The doctors give me a week. Maybe two." "I understand that I am selling you my
My heart plummeted. If there was fraud, the insurance company could contest the payout. "What are you talking about?"
