Why don’t you let me hold onto that register for you?

I can put it in the safe tonight, so you never have to worry about losing your paper trail.”

The small bruise on my left cheekbone throbbed once, clear and cold under my skin.

“It’s packed away in one of the storage bins in the basement, Mark,” I said.

“I’d have to dig through five boxes of old clothes to find it.”

He stared at me for three long seconds without blinking.