Donohue said, “Only four grand. It’s a steal, really. Only fifty of these

beauties in existence. Think about that.” “I would have to steal it,” said

Rogers. “Because I don’t have four thousand dollars.” “I got others for a lot

less.” Rogers looked some of those over and then withdrew as other potential

buyers came along and crowded him out.

 

He backed about twenty feet away and watched Donohue.

 

Periodically he saw him go out through a flap in the tent and come back with

more merchandise.

 

Rogers went over to another booth and bought a Ka-Bar knife. No background check

was required for this purchase, though a knife could kill too. He ran his finger

lightly over the serrated edge and came away satisfied. He slid the knife back

into its leather holder and attached it to his belt. He also bought a cheap

plastic flashlight.

 

A few minutes later, he walked outside and around to the area from where Donohue

had brought in more stock. He zipped up his jacket against the chilly wind. A

big Dodge Ram was parked there.

 

Attached to it was a small trailer. The truck was locked, the trailer padlocked.

As Rogers watched from a distance, Donohue came out, unlocked the trailer, took

out a few more boxes, locked the trailer back up, and went inside the tent

again. Rogers moved forward, glad to have confirmed which vehicle was Donohue’s.