VOLUME TWO: FUTURE RISK
Please don't let this be a big hairy spider.
Please don't let this be a big hairy spider.
With a deep breath I stick my hand in the hole in the drywall, making slow progress. The palm of my hand disappears until I no longer make out even an outline in the shadows. I stop and squint to get a better look, twisting my fingers.
"What the fark?"
I rip my hand from the hole and drop the green mushy stack. It falls to the floor with a squishy splat.
It's...money.
A large stack of fifty-dollar bills is secured together by an orange band of paper in the middle. Bands like the kind banks use to keep money together. Using a single finger, I tip the stack over. The edges are wet and... well mushy. Like sitting in the wall behind an oven caused the money to deteriorate.
