“You think this is your guy?” Ethan asked.
Judd kicked back against the break room counter and chomped down on a donut. “I don’t know. None of the other hits had this kind of vandalism. That wastes valuable time. Up to now, every single one has been in and out, clean as a whistle. Why would he change now?”
“Could be the thief broke in, hoping to replenish his supply, expected to find more than he did, and lost his temper when he didn’t find much.”
“Maybe. Criminals are often stupid, so I’m not ruling it out, but it seems unlikely. Even if he didn’t find what he wanted, he’s smart enough to know what he could take. Why leave that behind?”
“Time? Or maybe he realized it wasn’t gonna be the haul he wanted, and he decided to cut his losses and get the hell out.”
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