A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
I worked the labels with my thumb until the numbers showed.
The fourth box carried the six digits.
The label had been typed, not printed, and the paper had gone the color of weak tea.
The drawer caught on its rail.
I had to lift the whole box to get it free, and something inside slid and settled hard against the lid.
At 1130 I set it on the reading desk and opened it.
Forty or fifty pages, sorted into manila folders and held with a bent wire clip.