Paul held up the sample tray.

“I need the rest of these verified.

That’ll take an hour.”

I nodded and went to get the second crate.

When I came back through the lobby, Dale Heckert was standing by the front counter.

He had on his work jacket and no cap.

His boots had left two dark prints on the tile.

He was holding the dented red metal coffee can against his chest with both arms.