My Slum Apartment Hides a Gold Mine
While Julie grabbed a broom and started clearing the broken bricks, I went to the master bedroom, pulled out the bundle of gold, and set it on the bed.
The gold bars were lined up neatly. Julie crouched next to the bed, staring at them. When she reached out to touch them, her fingertips recoiled slightly.
"The gold's really heavy."
"That's 110 pounds right there."
Julie smiled, the corners of her mouth turning up. That was the first genuine smile she had had over the past few days.
I bent down and started clearing scattered chunks of concrete out of the cavity beneath the bay window, preparing to seal the opening again. As I scraped the debris away, my fingertips brushed against something ha