She unlocked the padlock, turned the doorknob, and before she stepped inside, reached around the doorframe and turned on the lights.
“Dad trusted the people he hired, but since there wasn’t much that was used in here, and with the confidential files, not everyone had, or needed, access. He kept things secure in case there was a client with sticky fingers.”
Stepping into the crammed space, Ethan blinked at the fluorescent tubes suspended from the ceiling, then at the stacks of boxes that filled the fifteen-by-fifteen storage space. From floor to ceiling, leaving just enough room for the light fixtures, cardboard boxes lined the walls and formed two rows down the middle of the space. Barely enough room to walk between the stacks, he noticed the boxes were all marked clearly with black, per
