They reached a row of rusted storage units. Calder pressed the slip of paper into Evan’s hand and whispered, “You open it. They know me.” Evan felt a strange shiver. Why give him the key to something Calder supposedly owned? Still, he stepped toward Unit 17F, heart pounding a steady warning.
Evan unlocked the door, the heavy metal rolling upward with a groan. Dust curled in the shaft of light. Inside, a single reinforced case sat centered on the concrete floor—deliberate, untouched, and preserved. Evan stepped closer, feeling an unexpected chill.