She looked up, surprised.
“This late?”
“Yeah. Something I need to take care of. I won’t be long.”
She studied my face for a moment, then nodded.
“Okay. Be careful.”
I grabbed the wallet from my toolbox in the garage and got back in my truck.
The address led me to a small house on the outskirts of town.
The porch light was on. I could see the flicker of a TV through the front window.
The address led me to a small house.
I sat in my truck for a minute, staring at the house.
What if he thought I stole it? What if he called the cops on me?
I shook my head. I was overthinking this.
I got out and walked to the front door.
Knocked twice.
A long pause. Then I heard shuffling footsteps.
The door opened.
What if he called the cops on me?
An old man stood there, leaning heavily on a wooden cane. He looked exactly like the photo on the ID.
“Can I help you?”
I held up the wallet.
“I think this is yours. I found it at my shop.”
His eyes went wide.
