Chapter 6

“I have no reason to.”

“Maybe you’rea cop,” Jesse said. “Maybe this is some kind of sting to get us to say we’re fencing goods. Which,” he added hastily, “we’re not.”

“Trust me, Jesse, if I was an undercover cop, I’d have come up with a hell of a lot better way to approach you.”

“So you say. But then you would, wouldn’t you?”

“Say that? Yeah.” Dirk studied the two men for a moment. “I’ll say it once, and once only. I am nota cop. Now if you want my help to make this place more secure, I’m willing to do it. If you don’t, just say so and I’ll get out of here. Well, once you unlock the door.”

“You can’t do it yourself?” Jesse asked with a sneer.

“If I had the right tools, you bet I could. But I was just out for a walk when I saw this place. I only stopped in because…I was interested. Nothing more.”

“You live around here?” Mr. Powell wanted to know.

“Yeah, about ten blocks…” Dirk paused, trying to orient himself. “That way,” he pointed. “South. Right?”