second officer pointed toward older puncture marks.
“It looks like this lining has been opened and resealed more than once.”
Delgado slid his fingers underneath the fabric.
When his hand came out, he was holding a flat package wrapped in clear plastic and thick silver tape.
He placed it between us.
“Do you know what this is?”
“No.”
My voice barely worked.
“I swear I’ve never seen it.”
As Delgado began cutting through the wrapping, my phone vibrated against the table.
Gary.
Several missed calls.
Then I remembered the Tile
