“Yeah,” Silver agreed. “I coulda tossed a wrench at him if he'd gotten too close, but he stayed back. So when I was all done, I rolled out from under the sink and just looked at him, figuring I'd let him make the first move. He was holding that piece of paper, and I glanced at it, and . . . well, then he gave it to me. I don't know what he wanted a pipe wrench for; after he looked it over he just gave it back.”