And finally, a plain metal cash box, the sort of thing Rosemary herself used when she worked psychic fairs or New Age conventions or any other sort of event where she was away from the store. True, these days most people used plastic, which she ran through the Square app on her phone, but there were always enough customers who paid cash that she brought the cash box along as well.
As Caleb lifted it, she thought she could hear something clank inside.
He tried to open the box, but then he shook his head and said, “It’s locked.”
“Is there a key?”
“I didn’t see one. But let me check again.”
After setting the cash box down on top of the cardboard box filled with clothes, he started rummaging around, taking everything out of the container where he’d first found it, even turning the box ups
