Chapter 8

“Pull up a seat,” Powell said, pointing to a stool beside a small floor safe. When Dirk brought it over and sat, Powell told him, “I figured if I was going to trust you to set up more security, I’d be an idiot not to let you back here.”

Dirk nodded, his first question being, “What’s behind that door?” He thumbed to the one behind them.

“Storage, a walk-in gun vault, though we use it for more than that, and a four-by-six jewelry safe.”

“Built-in or freestanding?”

“Built-in. The one thing we splurged on after we bought the business.”

“How long have you owned it?”

Powell frowned for a second before replying, “Ten years next month.”

“And the only upgrades you did were the safes?”

“Pretty much. The ones the guy had in here before? Two strong men could have picked them up and walked away through the back entrance.”

“You always been a pawnbroker?” Dirk asked while keeping an eye on two men who were looking long and hard at guns in the cases not too far from the cage.