He spun the dial. 17-32-07. Leo’s birthday. He tested the handle. Solid. He walked away.
And that, Frank figured, was the whole point. field and stream gun cabinet
His heart seized. Not for the guns—he’d unloaded them before he left. But for the cabinet itself. He sloshed over, fearing a breached seal, a rusted lock. He spun the dial. It was gritty, but turned. He pulled the handle. The door groaned but swung open. He spun the dial