Chapter 6
“I hope you’re a good safecracker,” Kyle said, moments after Brax let him into his apartment at six-thirty Thursday evening.
Brax smirked. “I think that’s what’s known as a rhetorical question, or statement. After all—” he looked innocently at Kyle “—I do install them for clients, and I’ve tested each one to make certain that the average, or even above average, thief can’t get into them.”
“Still not going to cop to anything more than that,” Kyle replied, unsure whether he wanted him to or not. He was beginning to respect the man standing in front of him. It didn’t negate the fact that he was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Brax was an art thief. But at the moment, he didn’t care.
“Nope, because there’s nothing to cop to.” Brax walked into his office, sitting at his
