was the mover.
I answered.
“Sir?”
His voice sounded strange.
Not frightened.
Careful.
“We stopped the job.”
I frowned.
“What happened?”
“The old mattress is still in the bedroom.”
“Did something break?”
“No.”
There was a pause.
“How far away are you?”
“Maybe forty minutes. Why?”
Another pause.
“It’s what we found underneath it.”
Something cold moved through me.
“Underneath the mattress?”
“Between the mattress and the box spring.”
I could hear him walking somewhere on the other end.
Then a door closed.
His voice lowered.
“How long have your
