“Here, put this in your pocket,” Graham said. “It’s small enough that no one will notice it.”
I stared at the package he held proffered in his hand. The size of a small continent, it would never fit. “Forget it. Carry the damn thing yourself. I’m not going to get into trouble for you again.”
“Tabitha, just take it.” He glanced around the room before tucking it under his arm, trying to hide it under his jacket. It stuck out past his elbow like an extra arm.
He’d asked me to steal for his once to often. I turned and walked away.
“You better pay for that,” I said without looking back at him. “But can you?”