PART 3 OF 8
THE WORN HANDLE OF THE RED TOOLBOX
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Noah reached toward his toolbox and touched the worn handle.
“Walter Briggs.”
Ray stopped breathing for half a second.
Mack noticed.
“Ray?”
Ray looked at Noah again.
“Walter Briggs from Briggs Motor & Machine?”
Noah's suspicion appeared immediately.
“You knew him?”
Ray did not answer.
He stared at the battered red toolbox.
At the replacement hinge.
The black tape around the handle.
The little brass key.