Artfully

As in:

It took only thirteen days for Winsley’s plan to show promise. The message came in the form of a note, artfully wrapped in cane leaf, and written in large block letters.

“I’m very interested in your offer. The night-crawler/cricket rocha sounds just delectable. I still enjoy a good frog once in a while, but let’s talk.”

It was signed “Godfrey H.” and it included, as the ad requested, a photograph. The photo was professionally done and it clearly revealed that Godfrey was one of your older large mouth basses, with more yellow than usual around the eyes and a scar on his upper lip, the result, no doubt, of a fishing hook.

Under the scheme she’d devised for the ad, a respondent would agree to meet at a location Winsley had chosen. But she would have to send the address to the respondent. Godfrey requested a drop at N1Hvv49R which, according to the commonly understood electromagnetic positioning system used by fish and amphibians alike, was precisely next to the southeastern-most piling of an old dock. The creaking pier was only three miles from a cozy submerged log upon which Winsley and Solomon would frequently slam down a few mosquitos after work.

Contrary to any inference in his book, Solomon had actually never been required to exhibit much in the way of courage. That was about to change. He would suck it up. For the money, of course.