Seven Empty Deposit Envelopes Showed What Was Happening At Carters Diner
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Linda asked. “If Troy has already found those slips and destroyed them, we won’t have enough to prove the felony.”
“The slips are still there,” Carter said.
“How do you know?” Linda asked.
“Because Troy doesn’t think anyone is looking,” Carter said. “He thinks the man in the blue cap was just a stupid old worker who didn’t know a register from a toaster.”
Linda looked down at the brass key in her hand.
“What about Henry?” Linda asked. “Where will he go if he refuses to show up for the meeting tomorrow?”
“He will show up,” Carter said.
“How can you be so sure?” Linda asked.
“Because he has nowhere else to go,” Carter said. “And because an honest man doesn’t run from a fight he doesn’t know he’s in.”
Linda turned the key over in her hand, her face serious in the dimming light.
“Tomorrow morning, we put everything back where it belongs,” Carter said.
Linda nodded once, her mouth tight.
“I’ll see you at seven-thirty,” Linda said.
She walked back to her sedan, the gravel crunching under her boots.
