I grabbed the wallet and drove to the address.
It was a small house on the outskirts of town. The porch light was on, and the TV flickered inside.
I sat in my truck for a minute.
What if he thought I stole it? What if he called the cops?
I shook it off and walked to the door.
Knocked twice.
After a moment, the door opened.
An elderly man stood there, leaning on a cane. He looked exactly like the photo.
“Can I help you?”
