“What?”
I said, “Those letters. There’s only one place they might be.”
She looked around in quick apprehension to make certain that no one was listening.
“Where?” she asked.
“Got your car out here?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.”
We sneaked out the back way, got in it, and drove out of the yard. Police cars were arriving, a steady procession of sirens.
“Donald, tell me how did you figure that out?”
“I was dumb,” I said.
“You, dumb!”