"TJ, after that come back here to the office. Go through Burger's paperwork; let's see what we can learn."

Connor and I stand around for three whole minutes twiddling our thumbs. TJ returns and goes to work on the desk. There is enough light from the street lamps out front to navigate to the safe. Once in position, Connor places a small maglite between his teeth. One minute later the floor safe is open. I often wonder where this boy picked up his skills.

The first thing that Connor does is to take pictures of the contents in situ with his smart phone. When he gives the word we empty the safe and go through everything; one piece at a time.

There's twenty or thirty thousand in cash. I see the cards that Burger said he bought from Hari. What I do not see is a 1909 Honus Wagner.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I close my eyes and think. Could I be wrong? No. I’m not wrong. I can feel it in my bones.

I tell Connor, "Put it all back. Lock it up."

I return to the office. "Look what I found." TJ's holding up a piece of paper. It's too dark for me to read.

The Rotties have returned and are sitting in front of the desk. Kato is still out front guarding my brother. "What is it TJ?"

"Bank statement. Mr. Burger has a safety deposit box. Bingo."

Connor, carrying the broken down backdrop under his arm, and the beast step into the office.

"Did you hear that brother? Safety deposit box. How the hell are we going to break into that?"

That gentlemanly crook, aka my brother Connor Jones, smiles that beautiful smile.

"I've got a plan."

Base hit

Connor disappeared.

The next morning when I awoke there was no sign of my brother. Fortunately, Kelly's mane of red hair was spread out on the pillow next to me. Without disturbing her, I made my way to the kitchen to start the coffee.