It was late in the day, about eight o’clock, and he had been driving for the past five hours. “What you want to do is make the cut like this,” he said, unfastening his belt buckle and the top button of his jeans. He peeled back the waistband to reveal the smallest of incisions. “Nothing too obvious.” Calvert pressed on the fabric, and it opened, exposing a tunnel the width of two fingers. He reached in and extracted a wad of cash that was folded to the size and shape of a stick of gum. Three hundred dollars, it looked like. “You try,” he said, handing over the knife. I got out of the truck and began to slice at the inside of my jeans. People walked by, mothers and fathers towing small children, for the most part, but also the occasional solitary individual or couple, and if they found it odd to see a woman with a knife in her hand fiddling with her pants not two hundred yards from Montgomery Ward, they weren’t saying. “It’s so uncomfortable to walk around with money in your shoes,”
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