Whoever had last been inside had taken their time.
They hadn't hurried.
They hadn't left anything behind.
Judy slowly walked the perimeter again.
Her flashlight never stopped moving.
I leaned against the doorway and watched her.
She wasn't looking for evidence anymore.
She was trying to understand Emily.
"You're seeing something."
She glanced at me.
"I think I am."
"What?"
She knelt beside one of the shelves.
"The dust."
I walked over.
"What about it?"
She pointed.
"See these marks?"
I crouched beside her.
The shelf held two clean rectangles surrounded by years of dust.
Something had rested there.
Two metal boxes.
Not one.
My pulse quickened.
"There were two."
She nodded.
"Emily didn't hide one container."
"She hid two."
Trigger stepped beside us.
"So where's the second one?"