I thanked Mr. Cozener for his time. He asked me to pass his condolences on to Mrs. Henderson and if I would be so kind to keep him informed.

I walked west for two blocks. Went into a pizza joint and ordered a Sicilian slice with a Mozzarella and Eggplant Parm topping and homemade iced tea. Took it outside to sit at a wrought iron table under an umbrella.

I mentally rehearsed everything that I knew about Hari's death up to this point. Decidedly, it wasn't much. Hari picks up a choice cleanout here in Chestnut Hill. Merely a few rooms, but still very profitable. Apparently, he finds somewhat valuable vintage baseball cards in a locked floor safe. An unaccounted portion of a much larger collection. Valuable, but not valuable enough to kill for, I think.

Literally, a handful of people actually know what was in the steel box from the safe. So far as I'm aware, Hari's crew; Rebel and Chucky, Danny Boy Boyle and the sports dealer Leon Burger. But not Amy. She only seems to know that it was baseball cards, not which specific cards. Did Rebel, Chucky or Danny Boy tell anyone else?

Last evening, over dinner at my place with Kelly and TJ, I had asked TJ to get me the contact info for Hari's crew. I tried both their numbers; neither picked up. The message that I left requested a return call as soon as possible.

Speak of the Devil. At that moment my cell rings. "Mr. Picker, it’s Chucky. You wanted me to call?"

"Sure. When can we meet? The sooner the better."

"Anytime today, Mr. Picker. Boy, I can't believe it. I loved that man like a father." Hari was only a few years older than Cheese. "You tell me when and where, I'll be there. You bet. Anything that I can do to help."