Emily and Jonah crept into Moshe’s office, then Jonah eased the door shut behind them.
“We just need trench coats,” said Emily.
“I was thinking that,” Jonah said seriously. He unlocked the filing cabinet.
Emily knelt and thumbed through the dusty files. She looked through the Ks first, for Kogan, but didn’t find anything. “Are they alphabetical?”
“Some might be chronological. I haven’t totally figured out the record keeping.”
Emily found a file marked Ayala. In it were registration forms for Doran Kogan, sheet after sheet of room bookings, starting in 1933. She’d known he was a frequent visitor. But then she ran out of forms. They just ended. And she hadn’t found any registrations for his parents. She lifted the papers. “I found Doran’s forms. They’re in a file marked ‘Ayala.’”
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