Money Doesn't Talk, It Kills by Richard Starks

Money Doesn't Talk, It Kills by Richard Starks

Author:Richard Starks [Starks, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Prestwicke Publishing
Published: 2014-06-07T16:00:00+00:00


Thirty-Seven

“Mark, are you sure you’re all right?”

“You keep asking me that.”

“Well, you’ve been acting very strangely,” Fran said.

“Have I?”

“You know you have.”

“I guess it’s the new job,” he told her. “I’ve got a lot to think about.”

“If you say so.” She did not sound convinced. “Strange thing,” she said.

“Oh?”

“At the bank today. They told me twenty-five thousand dollars had gone into our account, and then gone right out again.”

“Oh?” Mark said again. He had not arrived home until ten o’clock. Fran had waited for him and two of them had then eaten a late supper. Now they were clearing up, Mark bagging the garbage while Fran wiped down the kitchen counter, the dishwasher chugging and swooshing beside them. He pressed down on the garbage, compacting it into the bag, then double-wrapped it in a bigger bag to catch any spillage.

“What do you think could have happened?” Fran asked.

He shrugged. “Must have been a banking error. But as long as they straightened it out.”

“I suppose. Too bad, though. I mean, it would be nice to get twenty-five thousand dollars suddenly appearing in our account. Mark, are you sure there’s nothing you should be telling me?”

“I’m quite sure. Okay?”

He took the bag out through the garage and dumped it in the trash can, then stood for a moment looking up at the sky. The moon was bright as a balloon, the stars out, clear against the black void. The air was crisp and still. He secured the lid of the trash can by putting a rock on top to keep out squirrels, raccoons and neighborhood cats, then turned and went slowly back into the house.

But he didn’t follow Fran up to bed. Instead, he sat for a long time, alone in the kitchen, a lot of things crowding into his mind. The twenty-five thousand dollars he could deal with. The money meant nothing without the tape.

But the tape was a problem. It was a sword that could be used against him. But like all swords, it was double-edged — which meant it could cut both ways.



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