Telling

He walked in and put a sports bag on the table. I looked up at him, then at the bag, then him.

"And that is?"

"Open it."

I looked at the general shape of it.

"Look, I don't need visual proof you killed him, if that's-"

"Nah, he's still alive."

I looked back at him.

"So this is an apology bag?"

"No. Open it."

"Vinny, I'm tired. What is going on?"

"Found this in his place. Open it."

I sighed and opened the bag.

"That's more than he stole, right?"

"What is?"

The bag wasn't there any more, we decided.