"Listen to me," Ruphus said evenly, looking Charles in the eye. As far as Ramon could tell, he was the ringleader here. "Do you see that briefcase.
"Ruphus? What are you doing?" Shone asked, but Ruphus did not respond. He was still watching Roman and Charles like they were the only people in the room.
"There's an envelope with thirty thousand dollars in that case," he said. Then he looked pointedly from a brown leather satchel on the antique setback cabinet, over to one of the three windows at the back of the bedroom. The fringed shades were all drawn, but it was pretty clear to them what he was going for.
"How much time do you think thirty thousand dollars is worth?" he said. He was unbelievably cool about the whole thing. And arrogant. He fully expected them to go for it.
Like heck they would. Too bad for him bargaining with rich heirs with a mere few thousand dollars.
