FIFTEEN
SEVEN ACROSS, THREE down. Tess didn’t remember where it had come from or even when she’d been told it was their code. It always just… was.
The lockers that weren’t in use still had keys in the locks, a wristband attached. Seven across, three down didn’t have a key.
“f**k,” she said to herself, catching the eye of a couple who were tying the laces of their young twins’ skates. Smiling, she held up an apologetic hand. “Sorry.”
What to do? Wait? Was that the plan? Wait until whoever was using the locker came back to retrieve their things? Except, if that was the place H and C exchanged their letters, others shouldn’t be able to use it. Otherwise letters could be intercepted before the recipient retrieved them. They’d take it or hand it to management.
Wandering to the end of the b
