CHAPTER 9Saunders waggled his hand at me and I went to the desk. He backed off enough to stay out of reach.
“Empty your pockets,” he said.
“Hold on,” I said. “What have you got here?”
“I got a badge,” he said. “The store is closed. Did he knock?”
“No, sir,” Big Danny said.
“Ring any bells?”
“No.”
“Just walked in?”
“Right.”
“Empty your pockets,” Saunders said to me. “I’ll be glad to do it for you, but I’ll make you sick first.”
I believed him. I took my wallet out and dropped it on the desk. There were some scraps of paper in my pocket along with the wallet, and one of them came out and fluttered to the floor. I bent to retrieve it and Saunders put his foot on it.
“Everything,” he said.
The little slips I had taken from Lorrie King’s desk were in my office. But on one of those s
