“Mr. Winslow, do you mind if we go inside?” the man with the badge asked.
“I mind,” Stacy said, walking up to stand next to Gary. “Did we run a stop sign or something? What’s going on if you don’t mind my asking.” Stacy smiled a small and demure smile at the officer whose staunch expression softened only slightly, but noticeably.
“It’s been brought to our attention, by your bank, of a very large deposit placed into your account this morning. Your financial records show very little bank activity until recently and we wanted to make sure that everything was on the up and up so to speak. So, to be blunt, where did the money come from?”
“Work,” was all that Gary said.
“Uh huh,” the man with the badge said. “I would love to have your job. Where do you work, Mr. Winslow?”
“We work for the Compass Society,” Stacy cut in. “Maybe you’ve heard of Yugin?”
Now the man with the badge looked bored. “No.”
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.
“We’ll check out your story and possibly get back to you,” the man said, and he and his partner got back in their car and drove away.
“That was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen,” Gary said.
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