Earlier TJ had picked up three sets of 'Dr. X Outdone' from the magic shop. I imagine that most people have never heard of this product. Well, it's used by professional magicians and mentalists in their mind reading acts. This state of the art two-way communication consists of a powerful transmitter/receiver. The unit is a tiny ear plug radio which is nearly imperceptible. I'm sure that you've seen them used by spies and elite cops on television shows.

TJ had configured them to all work on the same frequency. In this manner, whenever one of us spoke, the other two would be able to hear. Anything that was transmitted within 200 feet that is.

Connor popped the suit case. Burger's eyes bulged at the million in cash. "You're turn. Show me yours." My brother was having entirely too much fun.

I stepped into the back room after picking the lock. "TJ, you and the pooch wait outside. Call the Calvary if you hear trouble."

“Who’s the Calvary?” he asked.

“You are.”

I heard Connor's voice in my head. "So, Mr. Burger, you have a 1909 Honus Wagner." Damn, I knew it! "Brilliant. It looks to be mint. How much money are we talking about?"

"Million five."

"Don't be ridiculous Mr. Burger. Sure, that's what it will bring at auction. But after commission and taxes you won't even clear a million bucks. I've got a million cash, tax free, right here. Do we have a deal?"

I stepped from the back room before he could answer.

"You again!" Quicker than you would think possible, Burger's hand jolts into the display case. And, equally fast comes out with a big ass gun. Pointed at me, I might add. "I should of have known. This is a set up. Well, you boys aren't going to steal from me."

"Don't be ridiculous Mr. Burger," echoing what my brother had said. "You can't sell something that doesn't belong to you."

"We'll see about that. Now tell me Mr. Picker, how did you get on to me?"