Thirty – SixThey were the living definition of a Motley Crew; Ben, Nestor, and Forester hurrying around Rickie's apartment like decapitated chickens readying themselves to face aswang. The reporter sorted their purchases. Nestor heated one cast iron pan overturned atop another. Copper melted at just under 2,000 degrees, he knew. His propane torch reached 3,600. Rickie scurried about, through a trove of coins, cans, bottles, metals, and rock treasures collected over decades, searching for squirreled away items that matched, or might stand in for, those on their list. Bitching a blue streak, Ben carried bags of pennies to Nestor's workplace in the kitchen.
“He's charging us a penny apiece!”
“Us?” Nestor asked. “You got a mouse in your pocket? They're pennies. They're worth a penny apiece,
