A few minutes later, Cordone sat back in his chair and stared at me with piercing blue eyes. It was a no-bullshit glare, the kind I’d used myself on others. “What can I help you with, Mr. Cotter?”
“I’m an investigator for an insurance company based in Atlanta. In the last few months, we’ve had a spate of claims for robberies. Tell me, sir. Have you had any returns lately on a specific brand of safe?”
He gave me a wary look. “What do you know about that?”
“The thing is, Mr. Cordone, the thefts were from insurance company policyholders who used your company’s safes to secure their valuables.”
He pulled on his beard. “Okay, yes, we’ve had some returns, but the thing about theft is absurd. There’s no way our safes can be broken into unless you have the individual code. Each safe has a generic code to start with, but then the users have to reset it with a new one. It won’t work otherwise.”