“You opening a shoe store?” Luci asked from the doorway.
“Come in and shut the door.” Mickey watched her comply with his request, then lean against the closed door. She looked good against the stark wooden surface, the crossed ankles and calves hinting at further glories hidden by her party skirt. The shadows that hid her expression made her even harder to read than usual. “I’m sure what’s inside will be a big surprise to you.”
She stopped by one stack of boxes and lifted the lid to look at the neat rows of dollar bills. Her brows rose. “Are they all one dollar bills?”
Mickey nodded. “At least now I know what Dante wanted,” he said. “Somehow he must have found out about the scam that Reggie and whoever killed him ran and wanted to be cut in.”
“Well, well. Reggie, you old dog.”
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