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their crimes.
She shook her head. “I only really saw him, nobody else. We had to meet about once a week to discuss what we were going to do next.”
I did some quick thinking. “So you have some of the fake twenties still here—in the apartment?” I asked. If they only met once a week, then likely he’d given her the supplies for several days of passing phony money.
She blanched at the question. I was guessing that she hadn’t wanted to mention that she still possessed the potential evidence. “Yes, I have three more of them.”
“Could you get them?” I asked. I wanted to see the bills, though I’d seen the two that had come through my food truck already.
She got up without speaking and left the room. Sabine started to speak, but I put a finger to my lips. There was plenty of time to discuss the conclusions from all of this. I didn’t want to spook this woman in any way at the moment.
She returned with 3 twenty-dollar bills. They were crisp and new—and identical down to the serial number. “Do you know where he got these from?” I asked. I wouldn’t have had the slightest idea where to get the paper or inks or technology needed to print these bills. I was unimpressed that they all were totally identical. It would make it that much easier to find the bills and not accept them.
She shook her head again. “Not a clue. He wasn’t big on sharing information with me. He was more interested in what I could do for him.”
I kept one of the bills and passed the other two back. I felt fairly safe in this. I knew that she would likely dispose of these pieces of evidence after we left, but I wanted to have one to see if I could ask Land to investigate it. I knew that Land had some contacts from his military/police past who could help him learn more.
“Can you tell me about his family?” I didn’t know anything about him, much less his family, but I wondered if they might have been involved in these illegal matters as well.
She gave me the name and address of the Pohler home, where the wife and a college-age daughter both lived. Bernadette said there was another daughter, but she was unsure if she still lived at home or was on her own.
Bernadette looked at her watch, which was a less than subtle sign it was time for us to go. We excused ourselves and left the building. Sabine had barely reached the car when she started asking questions. “Why didn’t you take all the bills? Why just one?”
I explained my thinking that I wanted to have Land work on one bill to see what he could find. Plus, the possession of a single phony twenty was just bad luck in the food services business. The possession of three such bills would likely be sufficient evidence to suggest that I was a counterfeiter. I wanted no such evidence on my person. Danvers had asked me to look into certain aspects of the case, but I didn’t trust him enough to consider us on the same side.
Of course, dumped or not, I didn’t share all that with Sabine. I merely told her that three bills could be suggestive that I was involved in the matter. She took that at face value. We discussed our next steps on the way home. I was going to have Land look at the bill via his network, and she was going to go back to the café and find out the name of the man who had been with Ryan Pohler.
She dropped me off at my car, and I went home knowing that 4a.m. would come too soon.
***
Surprisingly, I was up with the alarm. I finished getting ready and was out the door in record time. I wasn’t sure why I was so energetic. I had tucked the fake bill into a compartment in my purse so it wouldn’t be visible to anyone. I planned on taking that over to Land later when he arrived on Elm Street.
That morning, Sabine didn’t show up. I waited for her, checking my watch every few minutes until the time came and passed that I needed to start the food preparations for the daily shift. I jumped in and started chopping. I chose some of the easier recipes that Carter
She shook her head. “I only really saw him, nobody else. We had to meet about once a week to discuss what we were going to do next.”
I did some quick thinking. “So you have some of the fake twenties still here—in the apartment?” I asked. If they only met once a week, then likely he’d given her the supplies for several days of passing phony money.
She blanched at the question. I was guessing that she hadn’t wanted to mention that she still possessed the potential evidence. “Yes, I have three more of them.”
“Could you get them?” I asked. I wanted to see the bills, though I’d seen the two that had come through my food truck already.
She got up without speaking and left the room. Sabine started to speak, but I put a finger to my lips. There was plenty of time to discuss the conclusions from all of this. I didn’t want to spook this woman in any way at the moment.
She returned with 3 twenty-dollar bills. They were crisp and new—and identical down to the serial number. “Do you know where he got these from?” I asked. I wouldn’t have had the slightest idea where to get the paper or inks or technology needed to print these bills. I was unimpressed that they all were totally identical. It would make it that much easier to find the bills and not accept them.
She shook her head again. “Not a clue. He wasn’t big on sharing information with me. He was more interested in what I could do for him.”
I kept one of the bills and passed the other two back. I felt fairly safe in this. I knew that she would likely dispose of these pieces of evidence after we left, but I wanted to have one to see if I could ask Land to investigate it. I knew that Land had some contacts from his military/police past who could help him learn more.
“Can you tell me about his family?” I didn’t know anything about him, much less his family, but I wondered if they might have been involved in these illegal matters as well.
She gave me the name and address of the Pohler home, where the wife and a college-age daughter both lived. Bernadette said there was another daughter, but she was unsure if she still lived at home or was on her own.
Bernadette looked at her watch, which was a less than subtle sign it was time for us to go. We excused ourselves and left the building. Sabine had barely reached the car when she started asking questions. “Why didn’t you take all the bills? Why just one?”
I explained my thinking that I wanted to have Land work on one bill to see what he could find. Plus, the possession of a single phony twenty was just bad luck in the food services business. The possession of three such bills would likely be sufficient evidence to suggest that I was a counterfeiter. I wanted no such evidence on my person. Danvers had asked me to look into certain aspects of the case, but I didn’t trust him enough to consider us on the same side.
Of course, dumped or not, I didn’t share all that with Sabine. I merely told her that three bills could be suggestive that I was involved in the matter. She took that at face value. We discussed our next steps on the way home. I was going to have Land look at the bill via his network, and she was going to go back to the café and find out the name of the man who had been with Ryan Pohler.
She dropped me off at my car, and I went home knowing that 4a.m. would come too soon.
***
Surprisingly, I was up with the alarm. I finished getting ready and was out the door in record time. I wasn’t sure why I was so energetic. I had tucked the fake bill into a compartment in my purse so it wouldn’t be visible to anyone. I planned on taking that over to Land later when he arrived on Elm Street.
That morning, Sabine didn’t show up. I waited for her, checking my watch every few minutes until the time came and passed that I needed to start the food preparations for the daily shift. I jumped in and started chopping. I chose some of the easier recipes that Carter
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