"Please do," she said. "My husband's not going to believe this." "Well, your husband may not be happy, because I'm not going to be able to lift those cabinets up and put them back." "Don't worry. He and his friends can do that. They hang out in here enough and this will be a great story for him to tell." "That makes me feel better. We're going to write out a receipt for you now." They put the weapons in the trunk of the car, laying them across a blanket Bosch kept in his surveillance kit. They then thanked Mrs. Contreras and gave her the receipt. Finally they headed back toward Los Angeles. There was an almost palpable excitement"