“I’m not. I promise.”
“So where’s the money?” Mike asked me.
“You promise you’ll let me go?”
“You keep your end of the bargain, and I’ll keep mine. I promise I will let you go.
“Now, I’ll ask you again, Mike said emphatically. “Where’s the money?”
“It’s in the old well over there in that thick brush.”
“Show me.”
They uncuffed my ankles before getting out of the truck, and I led them out around to the back of the brush. There was a tiny path to the well. It was an old hand dug well that went down about thirty feet, but always had water in the bottom.
Adam started to turn the crank to bring up the bucket.
“No, there’s a wire on the side beneath the crank about three rocks down.”
Adam found it and pulled it up. On the end was a good-sized, waterproof container. When we opened it, i
