Plastic storage boxes sat stacked almost to the ceiling.
“They missed this.” Casey whispered.
I slowly walked inside and dust covered everything except one narrow path leading toward the back of the room so I crouched.
“These footprints aren’t old.” I said and Drake immediately looked down.
“They’re recent.” Drake said.
“How recent?” Wayne asked.
“A few weeks. At least.” Casey answered after examining the impressions.
“So somebody’s been here.” I said.
Nobody liked that answer but Casey carefully opened the nearest filing cabinet.
Inside sat dozens of folders that each carried a number. Not a name, just a number and he looked at me.
“Assets.” He said and I nodded slowly.
The word no longer shocked me. It just made me angry.
The next cabinet contained photos. Hundreds
