Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

The moment his footsteps faded into the kitchen, I moved to the sofa. My hand went straight to the right-hand latch of the briefcase.

The brass felt cold under my fingers. I slid the square button to the side, and it gave a soft, metallic click.

I began to lift the leather lid, my eyes fixed on the hallway door. Inside, I could see a thick stack of continue reading …