Miguel’s head was spinning. He couldn’t imagine where he would get this money, and he couldn’t imagine living without Shamus. Would that be the outcome if he couldn’t pull off this final request?
“Try, babe. Do your best. That’s all I can ask for.”
Miguel nodded, and the screen went dark.
The following morning there was another message from the shipping company. And something else.
Mr. Melendez: C. Charles Wright here, broker of gold and silver. I have two clients very interested in buying your silver. It is imperative that you contact me immediately, as these buyers want a swift transaction. Please email me as soon as the customs fee has been paid to make arrangements to turn the silver over to me.
“How did this broker get my name and email address?” Miguel demanded of Shamus during
