“No checks, no cards.”

I reached into my inside jacket pocket and took out the thick paper envelope I’d dug up from under the garage floorboard the night before.

I slid three crisp hundreds across the counter, leaving fifty more hundreds tucked inside the brown paper.

Mrs.

Gable picked up the bills, held them up to the fluorescent light overhead, then opened her bottom drawer and took out a blue search request form.

“What name?” she asked me.