Chapter 20

Kyle saw what he was looking at. There were barely visible indentations in the carpeting, telling him that the nightstand had been moved and not put back exactly the way it had been before. “Sloppy,” he muttered.

Brax lifted the nightstand with obvious effort, turning it back to front, putting the legs into the existing marks. Kneeling, he ran his fingers along the back edges. Kyle heard a soft click then the back opened, revealing the door of a safe.

“A damned good one,” Brax said under his breath, taking some equipment from his bag.