“We didn’t go to school together,” West told him.

“Did the burglar or burglars urinate in here?” Brazil asked.

“Yes.” Bubba pointed. “Does that mean something?”

“Oftentimes burglars urinate or defecate in the place they’ve broken into,” West explained. “It’s part of an MO, and may or may not matter.”

Brazil made a note of it.

“The sort of thing your police computer might have picked up on if it didn’t have the fish virus,” Bubba said. “I heard about it on the news when I was driving home. So you won’t be able to check for a pattern.”

“Don’t you even worry about it.” Brazil avoided the subject. “You got a list of the guns and their serial numbers?”

“I got them all at Green Top,” Bubba said. “Never buy guns anywhere else.”

“That helps,” Brazil said. “But I want to list on the report what’s missing so the detective can follow up.”

“I guess you won’t be able to use the computer to see if someone else got broken into like this,” Bubba said, disappointed. “Because of the fish problem.”

“Don’t worry about how we do our jobs,” Brazil told him. “Now, about the list.”

“One Browning Buck Mark Bullseye .22,” Bubba recalled, “a Taurus eight-shot M608 .357, Smith and Wes-son Model 457 alloy frame .45 ACP and its Bianchi Avenger holster, a Pachmayr pocket cleaning kit, a mini-Glock G26 nine-millimeter with night sights, Sig P226 nine by nineteen millimeter, same thing used by Navy SEALs. Let’s see. What else?”

“Jesus,” West said.

Brazil was writing at top speed.

“A Daisy Model 91 Match pistol, air gun, in other words. Ruger Blackhawk .357 revolver, and a couple Ruger competition handguns.”

“Are you a competition shooter?” West asked.

“Haven’t had time,” Bubba said.

“Is that it?” Brazil asked.

“I just got a M9 Special Edition nine mil, fifteen-round clips, still in the box. It makes me sick. I never even got to try it out. And I had a bunch of speed loaders and about twenty boxes of cartridges. Most of them Winchester Silvertips.”

“What about anything else?” West asked.

“It’s hard to tell,” Bubba said. “But the only other thing I’m not seeing anywhere is my Stanley tool belt. It’s really nice. Black nylon with a padded yellow belt, lightweight and not as hot as leather. Can fit everything but the kitchen sink.”

“I’ve always wanted one of those,” West confessed. “They cost about sixty bucks.”

“That’s if you get a discount,” Bubba said.

“What about suspects?” Brazil had gotten to that part of the report. “Anybody you think might have done this?”

“It had to be somebody who knew what I had inside my shop,” Bubba said. “And the door wasn’t forced, so the person had a remote, too.”

“That’s interesting,” Brazil commented.

“You can buy them at Sears,” West said, looking up at the retracted Sears garage door. “Mr. Fluck, I’m going to see to it that a detective comes by before the day’s out to look for any possible evidence, prints, tool marks, whatever.”