“They go to whatever locks are left on the place,” Mrs.

Gable said.

“The county took the property as-is.”

I smoothed the yellow receipt copy against my handbag and looked at the room numbers posted by the elevator.

“I want to check the historical parcel register while we’re in the building,” I said.

“I need to put another quarter in the meter for the truck,” Nate said, patting his coat pocket for change.

“Meet me down in room 104.”