Connor Jones is a con man extraordinaire. A Robin Hood complex. Steals from the rich and gives to the poor, literally. He once told me that he only steals from godless people. When a job is complete he pays his expenses, keeps ten percent for himself and distributes the rest to those in need.

Pretty cool, huh?

"I'm here to enlist your aid. Involved in a little job back home. Want you and the lovely Miss Lane to join me. All expense paid, obviously. What do you say? Oh, and I wanted to surprise you."

I really like Connor. We're like brothers. I realize that sounds odd, but we didn't grow up together. His existence came as a complete surprise ten, close to eleven years ago. Since then we’ve forged an incredible bond. To the best of my knowledge, he is the only living family that I have.

"I'll be glad to come. You'll have to ask Kelly if she can get away. Give me a couple of days. I have to straighten some things up here first."

For the next twenty or thirty minutes I described the entire situation to Connor.

"There's something missing here, P. Not enough money involved for one murder, let alone two. Find the missing link and you'll be very close to resolving this entire matter."

Wouldn't you know, at that very moment TJ and Jaw show up towing Rebel along with them.

Everyone settles in. I ask Rebel to fill me in on the events of the last few days.

"No problemo, Mr. Picker. We do the clean out in Chestnut Hill. Took the trash to the dump. Got back to Mr. Hari's place and unloaded the stuff in the back. He sends for that kid, Punk to open the safe. The kid comes over and cracks that thing like it was a child's toy."

"Rebel, who was in the room when Punk opened the safe."

"Me, Mr. Hari and the kid, Punk. That's it."

"Now, Rebel, think carefully. What did you find in the safe?"