Chapter 11
“Dirk.” Mr. Powell beckoned for him to come over to the cage then buzzed him in. Powell tapped a thin file. “I have a client who is interested in obtaining a specific item,” he said.
“Which would be?” Dirk asked.
“A pair of flintlock pistols. They’re in a display case that measures…” Powell opened the file. “According to this, it’s sixteen inches square and maybe six inches deep.” He slid the file over to Dirk. It contained the physical description of the pistols and the case plus two photos that had obviously been taken hurriedly by someone with a cell phone. There was also a sheet of paper with the address of the person who owned the flintlocks and where they were in the house.
Dirk studied the information then said, “Mind if I borrow one of the laptops you’ve got in the s
