Laura hesitated, but nodded. Deep down, she knew her mom was right.
Turner & Associates was just three blocks away. The building was gleaming, modern, and intimidating. Laura felt small next to it.
The receptionist gave them a once-over when they walked in—soaked, shivering, and clearly out of place.
“We found this,” Lucy said, setting the wallet on the counter. “It belongs to Mr. Turner.”
The receptionist’s eyes narrowed. She checked the name inside, then disappeared behind a frosted glass door.
A few minutes later, a tall, gray-suited man stepped out. He looked down at them with a guarded expression. “I’m Gregory Turner. You found my wallet?”
Laura nodded and handed it to him.
He opened it. Counted the bills. Nothing missing.
“Most people wouldn’t have returned this,” he said.
“We needed it,” Laura said honestly. “But… it didn’t feel right.”
Turner blinked. Something shifted in his eyes.
“Wait here.”
When he returned, he carried two warm pastries and two cups of cocoa. He handed them over silently.
“You haven’t eaten, have you?”
