He ducks his head to hide a little grin. "I mean, they're not nothing, but that lock would barely give an amateur trouble."
He's glad to put a little distance between himself and the antique shop. Give him a chance to think over what they found, what Raylan seemed to sense was there.
The Gull is as benignly melancholy as always, with its faded menus and mismatched furniture. "Upstairs, you think?"
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He's glad to put a little distance between himself and the antique shop. Give him a chance to think over what they found, what Raylan seemed to sense was there.
The Gull is as benignly melancholy as always, with its faded menus and mismatched furniture. "Upstairs, you think?"