The scent of his cologne hit me the second I stepped inside. His closet looked like something out of a magazine. There were rows of black suits and shirts arranged by shade, everything looked clean and expensive.
I stepped inside slowly, scanning the shelves. Nothing looked unusual at first. Then I noticed the black safe built into the wall, half-hidden behind his jackets.
My pulse quickened.
I pulled the jackets aside and crouched in front of it. There was no combination lock, just a biometric scanner. Typical.
My eyes darted around until I spotted a small box on the top shelf, tucked behind folded sweaters. I reached up and grabbed it.
It was heavier than it looked.
I took a deep breath, trying to decide if I should open it or not.
My curiosity won.
I took the key from an at
