"No mister, just Picker." What am I, an idiot? This moron's pointing this huge revolver at me and I'm cracking wise.

"Com' on funny guy. Tell me."

"Sure, my pleasure. Here's what happened… Hari returns to his store with the floor safe. Hires a kid to crack it. Hari brings the box of cards to you. He sells you a handful, good cards, but not the best one. Not the Wagner. I figure he wants to max out, so he keeps it for himself."

"Yeah, so. How'd you tumble to me?"

"Simple Leon. You told me that it was stupid for a full grown man to wear a comic book t-shirt. You specifically referred to the Green Lantern shirt. But Hari wasn't wearing that when he came to see you. Hari didn't buy that shirt until he saw the movie, early that afternoon, after he saw you. The only way that you could've known about it was to see it when you murdered him and stole the card.

"Then you tracked down Chucky. You figured that his new about the 1909 Honus. That put a kink in your plans. So you killed him, too."

"Don't matter none Picker. There's no proof. No way this even goes to court."

This is where my brother decides to step in. "No need Mr. Burger. I have no intention of calling the constables."

Burger lifts his head ever so slightly. "Why's that?"

Connor snorts. "Because I'm going to take care of you myself." What is wrong with my brother?

"Yeah, we'll see about that. Move, both of you."

Burger herded us to the back room; up the staircase and onto the roof.

Picture this: The Sport's Emporium is in the middle of the block of continuous stores on South Broad Street. Therefore, all of the roofs are connected. The length from front to back is thirty feet. Width runs twenty feet. Located equidistant from the front and rear is the door to the roof. An alley runs behind the store. Empty buildings in the process of rehab back the stores fronting on Broad.