“So then, he asked me to leave, thanked me for my expert services, and escorted me to my car.” I was still processing what I’d seen at the Scruggs store when I picked up Sawyer from Mika’s shop. “I mean, Miks, I have never seen that much cash in my life.”
“Did you see the denominations on the bills? Are we talking ones or hundreds here?”
I shook my head. “It was dark, so I couldn’t say for sure. But thousands of dollars even if it was small bills. And just right there in that abandoned building all this time.”
Mika stood up and began gathering the balls of yarn she had wound while Sawyer had played. Now, he was contentedly eating an orange and trying to toss stitch markers into a basket that Mika had set up as an impromptu basketball goal.
“And before that, even, it was just there in t
