Chapter 6
“What did you do?” I headed right over to The Keller Horse Farm. Though I’d left the envelope with Pops, “You’re taking that money back,” I said, confronting Mickey.
He was on the tractor in the dark, mowing the grass in the meadow we’d circled on horseback. “Junk, I have things to do.” At least he’d eventually stopped to talk to me. “Thank you for whatever you did…however you did it, but that money isn’t mine.”
“It is. I took your stuff, and instead of throwing it into the dump, I sold it.”
Mickey looked dubious. “And made fifteen hundred bucks, when I couldn’t make a penny?”
“Location, location, location.”
“That’s real estate, not trash.”
“In this case, it was.”
“How?” he asked.
“I told you a while ago. I know people.”
“What people?”
“Damn it, Mickey. Why would you g
