Chapter 15
“Hold it, Sam,” Ben said. “You’re not supposed to be behind the bar.”
“Wrong,” I said.
Carl had by then walked up to where I was standing, and we were effectively blocking both Ben and Jeff so that they couldn’t leave the bar—Lieutenant Sanchez had moved into position behind us as backup. Mr. Mayberry appeared, carrying two cash boxes, and there were two other guys with him.
“Okay, guys,” Mr. Mayberry said. “We’re going to take a couple of X readings on your register, then we’re all going to go upstairs and count the money.”
“Why?” Ben said.
“Recognize these?” Carl said, holding up a handful of toothpicks.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Ben said, more than a little defensively.