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come to find you, and I can promise you that it won’t be a pretty visit. Am I clear?” He gave them a
threatening look, and the siblings nodded, paralyzed with fear.
“Good,” he said, shoving the briefcase into Daytona’s hands. Then he flashed them an evil smile
and jogged away.
“Well, that was friendly,” Daytona muttered, flipping the briefcase open. A small gasp escaped from
her lips when she saw the money piled up into neat rows.
“Wow,” Ewan breathed, taking a long look.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I need to check something first, though.” She took a single hundred-dollar
bill from one of the stacks and held it at an angle.
Suddenly, she sucked in her breath.
“What?” Ewan asked.
“Something’s not right about this bill,” she muttered, squinting at it closely.
He frowned. “Why?”
She continued staring at it. Then she narrowed her eyes and looked up in the direction that the
man had gone. Her brother followed her gaze and found him standing at the end of the street, smirking at
them. Then he ran out of sight.
“Huh?” Ewan said, confused.
Daytona held out the bill. “You see this hundred written in the corner?” she said, pointing at it.
When he nodded, she continued. “On a real hundred-dollar bill, it should turn from blue to green when
it’s held at different angles.”
Ewan tensed. He had a hunch where this was leading to.
“This one doesn’t change colors,” Daytona said, confirming his suspicion. “And I’ll bet the other
ones don’t, either. The money he gave us is fake.”