Chapter 20
The two women walked through to the back of the museum, past more photos and huge glass cases full of everything from railroad lanterns and ancient coins to what looked like rusty old camping gear. Sandy stopped beside the only closed door in the house and pulled an overloaded key ring out of her jeans pocket.
“This is the archives room,” she said. “Hardly anyone knows it’s here, and the ones who do are quite careful and serious, but we still lock it. Thankfully one of the donations we got a while back was an old videotape recorder, kind of a special one. It transferred Betamax to VHS.”
They walked into a room full of shelves like the others, but these were filled with containers of every size imaginable. Huge, cardboard document boxes covered the carpeted floor under the bot
