Ninety-One Thousand Dirty Pennies Dumped on a Driveway in Oak Creek
“At nine o’clock,” I said.
“Smack in the middle of their morning administrative board meeting.”
“Paul Vance will have his tie off by nine fifteen,” Irene said, setting another hundred wrapped coins into a slot in the crate.
We worked straight through as the wall clock ticked past seven, filling the first two crates until the plastic side handles dug deep red lines into my palms every time I picked one up.
At eight o’clock I pulled my pickup into the gravel lot behind Heckert Auto Repair.
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