"It’s worth the whole book of twenty," he said, and dropped the letter into the blue collection box on the corner just as the streetlights flickered to life.
"Leo sent me," Arthur whispered, feeling like he was in a noir film. "I need a stamp."
The fluorescent lights of the pharmacy hummed with a low, caffeinated energy as Arthur approached the counter. He held a thick, ivory envelope like it was a holy relic.