Bombs away

This is a bit from my novel, Stealing Time:

A mover came to the door with a powder blue chest on a dolly.  “Does this go in here?  The tag says end of the second floor hallway, but there’s no room at either end of the hall.”

“I’ll have to call you back, Dave.”  Charlie looked at the chest and cringed.  As he stared at it a twisted smile slowly grew on his face.  “Yeah, bring it on in, right over here.”

He checked the chest’s drawers to make sure they were empty.  “Yeah, this is fine.  Okay, lets bring it right over to the window.”  Charlie led the mover over to the window, opened it and looked down.  There was nobody below. 

He grinned.  “Perfect.  Right through here.  You lift that end, I’ll lift this end.”

The mover shook his head.  “I don’t think so.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun.”  Charlie laughed.

The very confused mover helped Charlie lift it up onto the windowsill and shove it through.  It did a perfect half Gainer on the way down, landed on a corner and smashed to bits on the patio below.

They both stared down at it.  “Yes!”  Charlie pumped his fist.  He leaned on the sill and smiled at his conspirator.  “See, I told you it would be fun.”

The mover stared down for a moment, glanced at Charlie, returned his stare to the pile of light blue kindling. 

Charlie laughed as he returned to his desk.  “Boy, I sure hope you guys have insurance.”

The mover choked out a moment of terror.

“Naw, just kidding.  This never happened -- and you were never here, right?”

The mover chuckled a sigh of relief.  “If you say so, sir.”

“Charlie.  Everybody calls me Charlie.”

“Okay -- if you say so, Charlie.”  The mover finally stopped glancing out the window, stared at Charlie, who was already back at his desk talking on the phone, and walked away shaking his head.  “Rich people are truly nuts.”

This is a story about a robbery, but Charlie isn’t the main character, he’s just the rich guy the story swirls around.