Credit cards

“Okay,” she said. “Um . . . money?”
I looked at Thomas. “She already came through for me once. Your turn.”
Thomas snorted and slipped a white plastic card out of his pocket. It was utterly unmarked except for a few stamped numbers and a magnetic strip. He flicked it across the table to Molly. “When you get your pizza, have them run that.”
Molly studied the card, back and front. “Is this a Diners Club card or something?”
“It’s a Raith contingency card,” he said. “Lara hands them out to the family. Once they ring up the first charge on the card, it’ll be good for twenty-four hours.”
“For how much?” Molly asked.
“Twenty-four hours,” Thomas repeated.
Molly lifted her eyebrows.
Thomas smiled faintly. “Don’t worry about amounts. My sister doesn’t really believe in limits. Do whatever you want with it. I don’t care.”
Molly took the card and placed it very carefully in her secondhand coin purse. “Okay.” She looked at me. “Now?”


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