Mark's Lies

"Your name?"

Mark said his name and watched her lips purse. Picking up the receiver, she punched in two digits with a pencil. "There's a Mr. Snell here to see you. Mm, hm." Hanging up, she looked from him to the package and back. "Mr. Warrington will see you. Despite your lack of appointment."

He flashed her a boyish grin and headed to his lawyer's office.

John Warrington ran a hand through his hair and frowned as Mark set his package in front of the desk. The sandy-haired man gazed at the monstrosity wrapped in brown paper.

Mark settled himself on a chair. "I need you to do me a favor."

The lawyer leaned back in his chair. "You haven't become an art thief have you?"

Mark chuckled. "No. I need to send this to Miriam."

Only an eyebrow shot up. "Your ex-wife? The one who took out a restraining order on you?"

Shifting in his seat, he nodded. How much did he need to tell him? "That's why you have to send this item. Not me."

"What exactly am I sending?"