Caroline Brooks – The $10 and the Wooden Box
Brooks,” he said, “I believe you once gave my client ten dollars on a rainy evening in Providence.”
The room seemed to change shape around me.
“Walter?” I whispered.
He nodded.
PART 5: The Wooden Box
Daniel Mercer sat across from me and put the box on my desk with extraordinary care.
It was small enough to fit inside a bread drawer, made of dark walnut with a brass clasp worn smooth by use.
There was a tiny repair in one corner, filled with a lighter shade of wood.
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