A Whisper From the Past
That night at work, I was wiping tables when Max, the bartender, leaned over.
“You’re Zach’s wife, right?”
I blinked. “Yeah.”
He smiled softly. “He talked about you and your boy all the time.”
We reminisced briefly. Then he dropped the bomb.
“Did you ever get the money?”
“What money?”
“Zach had a stash. Cash. Said he kept it hidden at his mom’s place to avoid old debt collectors. Nearly $100,000. Said it was all for you and Benny if anything happened to him.”
My blood ran cold.
