“Whatever,” I say and cut him off.
I don’t give a rat’s ass. I want him out of Papa’s office so that I can snoop around and find his hidden cash supply.
He smiles politely, climbs down from the step stool, folds it up, and leans it against the wall before letting himself out of the office.
Well, that was fast.
I wait to make sure he doesn’t return and then hurry to the desk. I search the drawers, but there are papers and scribbles of notes. Nothing worthwhile.
Heading for the filing cabinet, I yank one drawer open and then the second.
Jackpot!
Inside a manila folder is several thousand dollars. The money is crisp and wrapped like it was picked up at the bank. I drop several wads of cash into my bag and zip it up.
I shut the drawer in a hurry just as the office door swings open.
“Nicole?” Papa’s brow furrows. He gestures to the chair, ignoring or not noticing the bag over my shoulder.
Knowing Papa, he’s probably ignoring it. He has a knack for detail.
“Sit.” It’s a command that rolls right off his tongue. He points to the empty seat across from his desk.
I know I can’t run.
He has too many men that can stop me.
Hopefully, he won’t ask to see what’s in my backpack. It’s mostly clothes, a few staples of food, the truck keys, and now several thousand in cash.