ELLIOT
“Nobody has accessed this facility in six months.”
The archive manager was a small precise man named Gerald who had the particular energy of someone who took the organization of other people’s secrets very seriously and resented anything that disrupted his system. He stood at the entrance of the storage corridor with a clipboard and an expression that suggested unannounced visitors ranked somewhere between inconvenient and offensive.
“And yet someone sent us a photograph of this row taken recently,” Sera said. She held her phone up. The photograph. The red tag on box nine visible clearly. “That tag was not there six months ago.”
Gerald looked at the photograph.
He looked at the row of boxes in front of them.
He looked at box nine.
The red tag was there.
His clipboard came do
