She adjusted the apron string where it was digging into her waist.

I reached into my coat pocket for my leather billfold.

“How much money do you need this minute?”

Rebecca stepped sharply back against the brick wall and raised both hands.

“Don’t give me money,” she said.

“If Garrett sees cash going into my name, he’ll know you found me.”

“Garrett has no say over what I do with my own money,” I said.

“You don’t understand what he’s doing, Raymond,” she said.