“I think that’s all for here.” Scott stretched up to grab the rope tied to the handle of the door. It sounded like he was pulling down the whole building, the rollers on the track at this storage unit so dang noisy. He gave it one good last shove, and then used his boot to get it all the way to the ground.
Stooping, he looped one arm of the lock Joy had bought through the hole just as she said, “Wait, I have one more box.”
Scott turned to see what he’d missed, and Joy held a white box. Not a moving box. “I thought that was for Hank and Morgan.”
“No, I got the stuff out of it I wanted for them.”
He re-lifted the door just enough to take the box and duck back inside. He set it on top of the nearest stack, noting that there was still plenty of room to walk around, as well as get more item
