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.
He reached out with a shaking hand and took continue reading …