I Spy A Case Of Mistaken Identity
“And he just handed you this briefcase?” Lilly looked sceptical.
Alice was sitting across the table from her roommate eating a piece of dry toast. The girls had paid their rent only to realise they had barely anything left for food.
“Just like that. He said something about a locker at the Wiker Junction and walked off. Wierdest thing. You sure we can’t afford butter?”
But Lilly wasn’t listening. She was staring at the briefcase. It was an ordinary black briefcase with two clasps on either side of the handle.
“What d’you think’s inside?” Alice said.
“Only one way to find out.”
Lilly flicked the clasps and the lid sprang open. Both girls leaned forward.
“Holy crap,” Alice said.
The briefcase was full of money.
Lilly sat back in her chair and ran a hand through her hair. This was clearly a case of mistaken identity. The man must have thought Alice was someone else.
“Alice? Were you wearing your trenchcoat?” Lilly asked.
“That explains it,” Lilly said. “Bloody spies.”