"Maybe it's supposed to." Drake said.
The abandoned financial building stood between two modern office towers and time had almost erased its existence. Dust coated the marble entrance.
Old brass lettering hung crooked above the doors. Federal paperwork had already been approved and Wayne presented the legal authorization before maintenance crews unlocked the neglected building.
The stale air smelled like old paper and forgotten years. Electricity had long since been disconnected so portable lights illuminated narrow hallways while agents documented every room.
Eventually they reached the underground vault. The massive steel door groaned loudly as technicians activated the old locking mechanism and Casey held the brass key.
"You ready?" Casey asked which I wasn't. But I nodded anyway.
