She jots down…
… For the long term…
… Never going back…
… Clothes and personal items, a box she keeps containing bank books, tax records and similar, her client records and diaries, a few precious books. A cookie jar she uses for handy cash.
Frank scans the list. “Sure that’s all?”
“It’s fine. I won’t stay with you longer than I have to.”
*****
“I’ve brought back what I could, Mitch, but I couldn’t find all of it.” Frank dumps a suitcase containing clothes by the bed, then another. Your books are still in the car, but I couldn’t put hands on those records you were talking about. Or the cash.”
Wide-eyed, she chews a lip. “But… but they must be there…”
“Weren’t. I looked high and low. They’re not in there.”
She looks at her feet. “The police must have taken them.” She swipes a hand
