Forty-One Thousand Two Hundred Dollars Hidden in the Cardboard Box
Edward tapped his pen twice against his watch crystal.
“He wants you to stop digging because he knows what’s buried in the dirt,” Edward said.
“He made me feel so small on the sidewalk today,” I said.
“That’s his method,” Edward said.
“He breaks your focus so you don’t ask the next question.”
I picked up my spoon and pressed the tea bag against the thick rim of the heavy ceramic mug.
“He brags about how he always opens the big gifts first at parties,” I said.