“Well, yes.”
“Then if anything goes wrong and it’s a trap, you’re the one who’s caught.”
I saw his face change colour. He said, “How much do you want?”
I said, “Better give me a thousand dollars. I’ll keep it with me in case I need it. I may come back and ask for more.”
“That’s a lot of money, Donald.”
“It is for a fact,” I said. “How much money have you got?”
He flushed. “I don’t see what that has to do with it.”
“How many daughters have you got?”
“Only one, of course.”
I kept silent while he thought it over. I saw the idea soaking in. He pulled a wallet from his inside pocket and I counted out ten one-hundred-dollar bills. “I see your point, Donald, but remember I’m not a millionaire.”