rattling it down to its legs.
“Watch it!” JD shouted, and Nick and Hagan both jerked
like they were going for their guns.
The decorative panel on the far right of the case rattled
loose and fell. Julian caught it deftly, as if he’d just pulled it from thin air. He was smirking when he glanced up at them.
“I sell antiques,” he quipped.
JD and Nick both glared at him, but Kelly moved forward
and peered into the hidden compartment.
“What’s in there?” Nick demanded.
Kelly raised one eyebrow. “Guess.”
“What are they doing in there?” Hagan asked. “How’d
they get there? Unless the owner knew he was going to be
robbed, what the fuck?”
“I put them there,” JD said, realization dawning. He
nodded excitedly and placed his hand on the case, where
the outline remained in the dust. He swept across it as if
grabbing up the two items, and his motion followed the
dust trail perfectly. “That’s the only thing that makes sense.
I was subverting them. That’s why I ran. Has to be.” He
glanced around at them all, the hope renewed in his eyes
and his half smile.
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“It gels,” Hagan said to Nick. “He comes in under duress,
they tell him to find this shit, but he’s able to hide it and claim it’s not here. Other guy starts tearing shit up, JD bolts like
any sane man would, dead guy comes running out of the place
shooting at JD. Then the killing starts.”
Nick was nodding, his eyes unfocused. Then an idea must
have hit him; the color drained from his face. “That’s why
they came after you again, at the pub,” he said to JD. “They
didn’t know you hid this stuff because you went down in the