“Okay, enough is enough,” Mick grumbled when he’d done two long, slow circuits of the club. “I need to sit before my feet fall off.”
“Wimp,” Richard said, at the same time Scotty muttered, “No staying power.”
“Got it in one,” Mick replied, heading toward his office. “You two can stay out here if you want.”
They didn’t, following him into the office instead. As soon as the door was closed, Mick said, “Someone’s been in here.”
“How can you tell?” Richard asked.
“The desk chair. It’s pulled out. I pushed it in when we left, after I got the keys. Unless one of you moved it.”
Richard and Shorty shook their heads.
“I guess we’re right, then. Someone who works here is involved, but we figured as much.”
“They must be freaking that the keys are missing,” Shorty said. “They might have checked the safe, too.”
“Probably did,” Richard said. “Saw the box was gone and…Hell, is it where we left it?”