The dead drop.

Sent in my first email message.

The final package.

Double bagged, in an old flower pot.

The stash, in place.

You'd never know it was there unless you were looking for it.

Jackpot!

I returned late at night to find $8 in cash, bagged and banded and stashed in the flower pot. The kopecks were still there - in the dark it's like they went unnoticed.

Craigs list ad

I figured selling something worth about two movie tickets for a single movie ticket would be just barely motivating enough to convince someone to travel to pick it up, but not so valuable that I couldn't stand to get ripped off.

Ad image.

Agent Fische.

Or, a black and white cropped version of one of Lank's campaign trail photos. (In hindsight, I really should have used a photo of me, leaving open the option of lurking near the site later on.)