Chapter 66Greasy old scarred and dented worktables and benches offered items neatly placed. Shelving under the counters that lined the walls contained more items. It looked like a lot of junk, but as Jerzy had said, a lot of people were now searching for antique items.
Jerzy stood smiling, proud of himself. “I recently sold off a bunch of them glass doorknobs.” He gestured to a few laying in sunlight shining through a small window. “Some lady was makin' her remodeled home look vintage. Said these doorknobs did just the trick.”
Huxley didn't need to know about any of that. “You have a small fortune here, Jerzy. What about the keys though? You have a few?”
“Oh, yeah. Tell you what too…” He saw something and pointed. “Over there on that table.” He led them to the end of the room. “There in
