We all laugh. The old man's right. 'In that case Uncle Moe, perhaps you'd come along to give us a hand.'
'Wouldn't miss it for the world boys.'
I looked at Connor and TJ. Brave boys with big hearts. Putting themselves in danger to right a wrong not leveled at them. I took a deep breath, turned up the wattage on my smile and said,
'Let's saddle up.'
Grand slam
Connor knocked.
The sign in the window said 'Closed'. However, the lights were on. Leon Burger turned the knob on the deadbolt; opened the door.
'I'll show you mine if you show me yours.' Connor smiled.
Meanwhile, behind the store, Uncle Moe whispered, 'He's in.'
This was not, strictly speaking, necessary. Earlier TJ had picked up three sets of 'Dr. X Outdone' from the magic shop. I imagine that most people have never heard of this product. Well, it's used by professional magicians and mentalists in their mind reading acts. This state of the art two-way communication consists of a powerful transmitter/receiver. The unit is a tiny ear plug radio which is nearly imperceptible. I'm sure that you've seen them used by spies and elite cops on television shows.
TJ had configured them to all work on the same frequency. In this manner, whenever one of us spoke, the other two would be able to hear. Anything that was transmitted within 200 feet that is.
Connor popped the suit case. Burger's eyes bulged at the million in cash. 'You're turn. Show me yours.' My brother was having entirely too much fun.
I stepped into the back room after picking the lock. 'TJ, you and the pooch wait outside. Call the Calvary if you hear trouble.'
“Who’s the Calvary?” he asked.
“You are.”
I heard Connor's voice in my head. 'So, Mr. Burger, you have a 1909 Honus Wagner.' Damn, I knew it! 'Brilliant. It looks to be mint. How much money are we talking about?'
'Million five.'
'Don't be ridiculous Mr. Burger. Sure, that's what it will bring at auction. But after commission and taxes you won't even clear a million bucks. I've got a million cash, tax free, right here. Do we have a deal?'
I stepped from the back room before he could answer.
'You again!' Quicker than you would think possible, Burger's hand jolts into the display case. And, equally fast comes out with a big ass gun. Pointed at me, I might add. 'I should of have known. This is a set up. Well, you boys aren't going to steal from me.'
'Don't be ridiculous Mr. Burger,' echoing what my brother had said. 'You can't sell something that doesn't belong to you.'
'We'll see about that. Now tell me Mr. Picker, how did you get on to me?'
'No mister, just Picker.' What am I, an idiot? This moron's pointing this huge revolver at me and I'm cracking wise.
'Com' on funny guy. Tell me.'
'Sure, my pleasure. Here's what happened… Hari returns to his store with the floor safe. Hires a kid to crack it. Hari brings the box of cards to you. He sells you a handful, good cards, but not the best one. Not the Wagner. I figure he wants to max out, so he keeps it for himself.'
'Yeah, so. How'd you tumble to me?'
'Simple Leon. You told me that it was stupid for a full grown man to wear a comic book t-shirt. You specifically referred to the Green Lantern shirt. But Hari wasn't wearing that when he came to see you. Hari didn't buy that shirt until he saw the movie, early that afternoon, after he saw you. The only way that you could've known about it was to see it when you murdered him and stole the card.
'Then you tracked down Chucky. You figured that his new about the 1909 Honus. That put a kink in your plans. So you killed him, too.'
'Don't matter none Picker. There's no proof. No way this even goes to court.'
This is where my brother decides to step in. 'No need Mr. Burger. I have no intention of calling the constables.'
Burger lifts his head ever so slightly. 'Why's that?'
Connor snorts. 'Because I'm going to take care of you myself.' What is wrong with my brother?
'Yeah, we'll see about that. Move, both of you.'
Burger herded us to the back room; up the staircase and onto the roof.
Picture this: The Sport's Emporium is in the middle of the block of continuous stores on South Broad Street. Therefore, all of the roofs are connected. The length from front to back is thirty feet. Width runs twenty feet. Located equidistant from the front and rear is the door to the roof. An alley runs behind the store. Empty buildings in the process of rehab back the stores fronting on Broad.
Burger positions Connor and me at the rear of the roof with our backs towards the alley. LB is standing very close to the edge of the roof with his back towards Broad Street. His right arm is extended straight out holding a Smith amp; Wesson Model 29.
'No more talk.' Burger is so far away that I can hardly hear what he said. Doesn't matter. The gun in his hand could easily make the shot. Made famous by 'Dirty Harry', the Model 29 is a six shot revolver chambered for the. 44 Magnum cartridge. This one had a barrel length of 10 5/8'.
Now here's the thing: Lactic acid is building up and causing fatigue in Burger's right arm, even with arms like ham hocks. That gun weighs just over three pounds; and that's empty. He's moving that pistol from left to right, alternating between me and Connor.
I heard the monster's nails scratch the tar paper when he walked through the door to the roof.
Burger pointed that canon at my head. I wouldn't believe what happened next if I didn't witness it with my own eyes. Kato, who is a full twenty feet away, took a running start of two steps. I don't know if he's the bionic six million dollar dog or a mystic temple creature from the Far East.
But what I do know is that he defied the law of physics and launched himself nearly twenty feet through the air. By the time Leon changed the degree of his shooting arm Kato had struck him square in the chest with his massive front paws.
To this day I can still hear the screams of Leon Burger as he fell three stories from the roof to meet his earthly demise.
Connor lifted his hands and shrugged his shoulders. 'C'est la vie.'
'I was wrong brother. Sorry I didn't let you bring a gun.'
'No worries. Let's boogie.'
Game over
Connor left for London the morning following the Burger affair. I stuck around to clean up a few loose ends.
Oddly, there was no blow back from Leon's 'accident'. The Philadelphia Inquirer led with the headline 'Sports Memorabilia Dealer Plummets To Death'. No mention in the article about the gun in his hand.
After Kato knocked that bastard off the roof he pivoted a full 180 degrees in mid-air, hit the ground running, threw his paws on my chest and gave me a whopping kiss. I didn't tell him to get down.
Making a quick exit from the Emporium, we grabbed the briefcase with a million bucks and the Honus Wagner.
The following morning I made my way down to Bainbridge Street. Amy was grateful to get the valuable
