Dave didn't lead Johnson down to the basement gun safe. He didn't think Johnson needed to see the full collection. For tonight the small document safe in his office would suffice. She watched with professional caution but didn't look too worried as he stripped off his jacket and zip-front hoodie to unbuckle the holster. He folded it, gun and all and laid it in the small floor safe. "Now I'm adding the boot knife."
Johnson cracked a wry smile but she nodded for him to go ahead. "You always walk around this well armed? College professors sure have changed since I took classes."
He shrugged and removed the sheath from around his ankle. "The knife, always. That's a holdover from growing up two blocks off the Cass Corridor in Detroit. Didn't learn about guns until Uncle Sam put one in my hand
