Phyllis said. “Blake’s not an embezzler or a money launderer.” Carolyn crossed her arms over her chest. “Then where did the money come from?” “I assume he makes a good living at his job. They both drive fairly new cars. And five thousand’s not really that much, this day and age. It just seems like a lot to us because we remember when that was a year’s salary.” “You could buy two good cars for that amount,” Carolyn said. “Now you can’t even get a very good used one for five thousand.” From the other end of the hallway, Sam asked, “What’s this about five grand?” Phyllis and Carolyn both started a little and looked around hurriedly at him. As he ambled toward them, he smiled and went on, “You ladies look a mite guilty about something. What’re you up to, if you don’t mind my askin’?” “Nothing.” Phyllis pointed to the envelope on the table, still not really wanting to touch it. “Blake Horton stopped by and left this check. He wanted me to give it to Dwight.”
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