By morning, the trap was set.
Knox told Rook the real books were locked in the desk in his study. Then he drove to the shop and told Bishop they were in the safe behind the parts counter. Two stories, two men, one night.
I wasn't allowed to hear either conversation. I was allowed to watch.
So I sat at the steel desk in the back office, pretending to work, and watched the shop through the dirty window. Rook came in at nine, whistling, a bag of donuts in one hand. Bishop arrived at ten, slow and gray, nodding to every man he passed. Nothing happened. Nobody went near the safe. Nobody left early.
At noon, I gave up on watching and went back to numbers.
That was when I found it.
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The shell company was called Parts & Supply Co. I had known that for days. What I hadn't done was dig int
