"So, you're telling me anyone who belongs to the club could have just strolled into the bag room, snagged Chip's club, slipped into the locker room, and taken a swing at Fred's skull?" He pursed his lips as if he were about to disagree, but he didn't. Instead he shrugged. "Theoretically, sure. So could anyone who works here. Or, heck, anyone could just walk in off the street and do that. They're golf clubs, not assault rifles. Nobody was worried about it." "What about theft? Wait, don't tell me—honor system."
