“Now what do you suppose Mr. Snow has that he needs to lock up and hide in the bottom of a closet?” Todd took out his handgun and shot the lock apart. “Oh, it’s open, let’s take a look.”
Nick shook his head as he crossed the room. Heidi heaved a sigh from behind him. Glancing back at her, Nick shrugged one shoulder. Todd grinned, removed his foot, blew at the nozzle of the gun, twirled it around his forefinger, and pushed it back into the holster on his right hip. He pulled off what was left of the lock and tossed it to the floor before opening the box. Nick leaned over his shoulder and peered into the strongbox.