The elevator took us down to a lobby and then we stepped outside into a hot concrete yard. The prison door sucked shut and clicked behind us. I stood face up to the sun and breathed in the outside air. I must have looked like some guy in a corny old movie who gets released from a year in solitary.
She dumped the stack of paper onto a cabinet top. Dusted herself off and flicked her hair back. Glanced at the door.
He looked at all three of us in turn. Waited. We looked back.
“Counterfeiting?” I said. “Counterfeit money?”
“How should I have heard of him?” I said. “I’ve never been here before.”
“There’s a couple of guys watching this place,” I said. “Got here about ten minutes ago. Plain brown sedan. They were at Hubble’s yesterday and around town this morning, asking after me.”