Chapter 9
Officer Stern wasn’t wearing his uniform when he walked into the shop at one thirty, ten minutes after Jack and Max had arrived. Instead, he has on jeans and a sweatshirt. Max watched through the open doorway to Deacon’s office as the officer, acting like a customer, strolled around, looking at the guns on display, before approaching Deacon. They talked for a moment, then Deacon brought him into the office, closing the door after them.
“All right,” Office Stern said, taking one of the chairs by Deacon’s desk. “Mr. Harman gave me the gist of what happened this morning. I need the details.”
“Can we use first names?” Max asked.
“Of course. I’m Art.”
Max nodded. Then, between the three of them, he, Deacon, and Jack laid out everything that had happened, from visiting the apartme
