Drayco said. “Following up on a few things. For instance, I’m guessing you don’t carry any Webleys?”
Randy c****d his head. “Sheriff Sailor asked that. We have a few antiques, nothing like that. Mostly American, not British.”
“Any other stores in the area that might?”
Randy stroked his chin as he thought. “Can’t say for sure, but I don’t think so. There was one in Accomack County that sold antiques, same WWII vintage—Lugers, Glisentis, Enfields, Tokarevs, Nambus—but it went out of business. The closest ones now are up in Maryland or down in Norfolk.”
He perked up. “You helping the sheriff find out who killed the Keys?”
“I have an interest in the case since they were clients of mine.”
Joel narrowed his eyes. “Clients of yours? I thought your arrival in town was too coincidental. That’
