The main office was dark and completely deserted.

I took out my cell phone and checked the business website, which said the facility offered twenty-four-hour access for registered tenants with an electronic code.

Unfortunately, I had neither an access code nor a rental agreement.

Paige peered through the rainy windshield at the fence.

“The brass key might be for the storage unit itself rather than the main gate.”

I got out of the car and walked along the chain-link fence, looking for another way in.