“This opens the main street door downstairs, if you ever drop off design sketches after hours.”

“Does it open your inner office door?” Caroline asked.

“The suite locks stay with building security,” Grant said, turning back toward his desk without saying more.

Caroline left the Westminster building and walked four blocks south to Providence City Hall.

The basement records room smelled of old paper ledgers, damp stone walls, and lavender floor wax.

The clerk, a woman named Mrs.

Gable with silver spectacles hanging from a beaded neck chain, walked back to row seven of the metal archive shelves.