“Old habits die hard,” Richard said.

He crossed the pine linoleum to the far corner, where an old wooden cabinet stood against the wall.

It was made of heavy yellow pine, its top marked by decades of wear.

The bottom wooden drawer was still locked with a heavy brass padlock he’d put on three years ago when he retired from the service.

He tapped the top of the grain twice with his fingers and then leaned back against the wall.

“You moved out here to get away from tactical work,” William said gently, watching Richard’s hand settle near the brass lock.