He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned across the center console, and opened the glove box.

He pulled out a heavy yellow envelope.

It looked thick, stuffed with folded paper and a stiff cardboard backing.

He held it in both hands and looked out his driver’s side window.

He scanned the quiet street, looking right past my parked Buick, and checked the empty sidewalk.

Then he reached down between his knees and shoved the heavy yellow envelope deep under the driver’s seat.

He patted the floor carpet to make sure the envelope was completely out of sight.