The wealthy woman who had previously thrown money at me was there, too. They called her Debra. When I walked in, she awkwardly caught my eye for a moment.
I stood frozen until Gideon shoved me hard from behind, nearly making me trip and faceplant.
"Well... good evening everyone..."
A young woman dressed in fancy clothes looked at me with disdain.
"Why did you invite her, Gideon? I heard from mom, aren't you bothered by the bad luck?"
Debra patted her, signaling her to keep quiet.
"Ashley, I asked your brother to invite her. We had no choice, she was crying so miserably, that jerk must have given her something good."
"What?"
I was baffled.
"Stop the chatter and open the box," Gideon commanded.
I still didn't understand.
"It's a safe, dude. It needs a code."
Everyone looked at me as if I were an idiot.
"It contains that old man's belongings. We've tried the password, but none worked. You give it a try."
So, they think I would know the password?
They all didn't know the password, and they thought the mistress would.
"Why don't you call the police? I really don't know anything."
The crowd's expressions grew impatient.