But as we walked, he added, “But it won’t be free.”
The hope crashed down.
“You want money? How much?”
He named a number that made my stomach twist.
“I don’t have that kind of money on me.”
Dan stopped walking and looked annoyed. “Then we’re done.”
“Take me to her.”
Panic rushed through me.
“Wait! I can get it,” I said quickly.
He paused, but didn’t turn. “When?”
“Tomorrow. I’ll withdraw it from the bank.”
He studied me for a moment.
“Meet me here at the store at 2 p.m.,” I said.
The man finally nodded. “Don’t be late.”
I placed the bags on the floor, pulled a receipt from my purse, and wrote my phone number on it.
