Gemotions

“Well, this is interesting,” Mark murmured, eyes scanning the overflowing cash in the recovered wallet. He leaned back in his chair, tapping a finger on the worn leather. The afternoon sun streamed through his window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.

He found an address, a fancy one in the affluent neighborhood. Instead of rushing over, he made a sandwich and took a break. He decided to call the number listed on a business card, just to ensure he had the correct person.

The person on the phone sounded frazzled. "Yes, yes, that's my wallet!" the person on the other end said. "I'll be there in thirty minutes. Please, do not go anywhere!" Mark just calmly said he would wait.