Chapter 40: An Old Acquaintance and a Web of Doubts The moment I slammed the bag onto the table, the old man panicked. His smooth-talking spiel quickly unraveled into a mess of incoherent babble. It didn’t take long for me to notice—he seemed both wary of the casket and deeply curious about it. I thought for a moment, then pushed the bag toward him. “Didn’t you want to see it? Go ahead.” He froze, instinctively reaching for the zipper, but then pulled his hand back the next second. He gave me…