CHAPTER THREEAnderson heaved his bulk out of his wooden chair and paced to the office door. He gestured to Lindsey, who followed him. They paraded through a warren of metal shelves until they came to a gunmetal door with a huge combination lock built into it. Anderson crouched, his bulk hiding the lock from Lindsey’s view.
When Anderson straightened he swung the heavy door open to reveal a closet-sized safe. It was filled with metal boxes. He ran his finger across the rows of boxes; they were marked with index numbers that meant nothing to Lindsey but were obviously plain as day to Anderson.
Finally he pulled down a box, opened it and extracted a transparent envelope containing a paperback book. He held the book toward Lindsey. “Hold this.” Lindsey did.
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