Zach still had two potatoes left to do when Harvey finished the carrots. He watched the other man rise from his seat and return to the counter, setting the carrots aside as he rummaged around in another bag.
“How good are you with money stuff?” Harvey asked.
“I have some. I invest most of it in real estate so I have something to retire on.”
“Good. Maybe you can help me with this then.” Pulling out an envelope, he tossed it onto the table beside Zach before returning to his work on the vegetables. “You were always the brains of the operation.”
Zach fingered the edge of the envelope, but he didn’t open it. “Help you with what? What is it?”