Noble locked the door and nudged himself even further forward in his chair to see Noble's splayed-out goods. He listened to his brother's story, and his main thought through it was this seems like something I would do. Burglary wasn't very Ford-like behavior; or, again, it hadn't been before. Noble sold abortion potions, which were flat-out illegal, and sometimes sold semi-controlled potions under the table. Ford was — Ford.

But he'd stolen the Mulcibers' safe, and now it was Noble's job to make sure that neither of them got caught for it. And besides that, they were going to need to figure out how to hide this windfall — and what to spend it on.

"How'd you get into the safe?" he asked, not even bothering to hide his interest at this point. "Did you take all of it?"

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