"Someone will probably thank you for that later," Raylan agreed with a bob of his head as he ambled around the long way to draw up to Neal's side, head tilted in to half inspect the ledger Neal was pulling out.

"Inventory list?" he guessed. Keeping track of what was kept in these kinds of cases wasn't really his gig. He assumed that that fell under Neal's purview too. "Odd place to stash anything though."