He smiled crookedly once more, weaving his way through the shelves, "Here there and the next place." He shrugged, "Lot of mail order, lot of a friend of a friend type stuff, at least, that's where I got mine, going to assume whoever I replaced got his the same way."
He emerged from the stacks with a double-wide cigar box, setting it on the worktable before spinning the combination lock on it, popping it open easily enough and waving the other man over, "Take a look, not sure if any of these are anything more'n decorative, get a feeling you'll know better than I do."