RE-HIDE THE MONEY (UNDER THE BED IS A TERRIBLE HIDING PLACE)
I realized that under the bed was a stupid hiding place, and it wasn’t like the address was going anywhere. I did have almost a week to check it out, after all. I pulled the box out from under the bed and opened it. For a few minutes, I just looked at it. Five hundred thousand dollars. Certainly enough to buy a plane ticket to some preferably tropical, non-extraditing country if I had to. But did I want to?
I had six days to worry about it, so I decided to focus on a something I could resolve right now. Hiding the money.
So here was the five hundred dollar question – where?
I had three ideas that I thought were good (and about fifty I knew were terrible):