Bedtime Story: Silver and Scotch – Night 12
Silver and Scotch
Copyright 2015 by Barbara Hinske
Blake abandoned his quest for food and turned south, walking all the way to Forsyth Park before he settled into a spot on a secluded bench and inventoried the contents of the jacket. He took a tissue from his pocket and inspected the wallet. The driver’s license confirmed that his benefactor was a Mr. James Wallace from Las Vegas, Nevada. The wallet contained a handful of credit cards but to Blake’s amazement, Mr. Wallace walked around with a lot of old-fashioned folding money—almost five thousand dollars, to be exact. Nobody legitimate carried this much cash. Maybe Mr. Wallace was a gambler? Easy come, easy go, Mr. Wallace.
Blake leaned back and breathed deeply. It would be more than enough.
The Armani sport coat was in excellent condition. He checked the label—it was a size larger than he usually wore, but he could make do. Mr. Wallace had nice taste.
The only other item in the jacket was Wallace’s cell phone, which would be registered to a tracking application. He’d read about them. He wiped off his fingerprints and deposited the wallet, with the credit cards intact, and the phone in a trash dumpster in the park.
It was time for Scotch Blake to get back into business.