Court absorbed the information and scooted his chair a little closer to Viola, so he could lower his voice even more. "Please define 'stockpile'? Was it dozens of pills? Hundreds? Also what details do you know about the safe? Was there any scorching on the metal or the area around it? Was it blown open? Or did someone crack it, professionally, like figure out the combination?"
I'm ready to accept the Llewellyn is a Roan and that he's part of all this, but he almost certainly had to have help. A thought occurred to him. "Did you tell anyone about this stockpile? I certainly didn't know."