“Were you working?”
“I was, we were able to wire all the private rooms, and he’s having an electrician come out tomorrow to inspect it and to update his breaker panel.”
“Good, because we’re going to want all the drugs and guns to be safe when they start arriving.”
“A woman after my own heart,” he sighed and fell asleep, failing to see Petra’s wide grin at his statement.
Chapter 25
“What’s this?”Paulasked a week later as he installed the last camera.Warren had walked up to him and handed him a piece of folded paper.
“Look at it.”Warren grinned.
Paul scowled, but did, and actually dropped the screwdriver in his hand.“What the hell?”
“Remember those old bottles you told me to call someone about?”
“Yes, what about them?”
“My friend came, and because he’s a big wig in things like this, he was able to get them to auction.That’s my cut, minus his fee.”
“Six point eight million fucking dollars is your cut?”
“Yep, turns out with some ingenuity, they were able to read the labels.”
“Okay, what did they say?”
“That it was whiskey made around the time of World War One, or shortly before.Over a hundred years ago, and several years before prohibition started.I’m assuming here, but it seems like the original owner was hoarding them for when it was over.But he got sick, and Grandpa purchased the bar from his family when he passed.”
“I’m assuming here too, the original owner never told his family about them?”
“That’s my closest guess.It helped that there was documentation in all that paperwork to prove what was in the bottles.Bill of sales.”
“Wow, so you’re set for life now.”
“Yeah,” Warren said with a grin.“And to think, I was going to ask you if the ATF or DEA would slip me a little something for a fee as being an informant for them.”
