“Locked.”
Miller’s expression hardened.
Lucas moved toward the back hall.
Miller caught his shoulder.
“Together.”
Two other members stood.
Miller shook his head.
“No crowd.”
He looked at Jojo.
“Watch the front.”
Then Walsh.
“Camera feed.”
Walsh went to the office terminal.
Lucas and Miller approached the inner storage door.
Nora remained beside the booth.
She did not sit down.
The closer Lucas came, the more his old memory returned.
Lily.
The school.
The warning nobody had respected.
He pushed the memory away and focused.
The storage door was closed.
The lock mechanism showed engaged.
Miller crouched.
He examined the bottom gap.
Nothing.
Lucas whispered, “Could be somebody came through outer door before Walsh checked.”
“Then they’ve been in there two hours.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.”