Chapter 17
“I have something different for you this time,” Mr. Powell said after the pawnshop was closed for the day.
It was winter. Almost two years after Dirk had first propositioned Powell with the idea of stealing on demand, with Powell as the intermediary between Dirk’s team and the buyer.
“How different?” Dirk asked warily. Not that he didn’t trust Powell’s instincts, most of the time. But he’d never prefaced what he had in mind in quite that way before.
“The client is interested in obtaining two bottles of wine that are owned by one Randolph Wright. Mr. Wright is a multi-millionaire with homes in Cherry Creek and Aspen. He is also an avid wine collector and connoisseur.”
“Where does he keep the bottles?”
“Luckily, here in the city. In a very well secured wine cellar at his hom
