Maverick reassembled the pistol he’d just finished cleaning and placed it back in the rack that hung on the inside of the safe door, along with the others he’d checked, cleaned, and oiled. He had made it half-way through the weapons in the safe, and he was less than a quarter of the way done with the club’s arms.
So far none of the weapons had needed more than a cursory cleaning, but knowing Ghost, he’d expected that. Still, it was better safe than sorry, and he needed to know what was here and its condition just in case they needed it.
He picked up another pistol, another Ruger and after double checking to make sure it was unloaded, began disassembling it. He was about half finished when his phone rang.
A glance at the screen told him it was Dana.
“Hey, sweetness. How was your day?”
