By three in the afternoon, Julian was hauling three gray steel filing cabinets up the main staircase.

I stood by the door frame to the master hallway with a tall stack of folded white bed linens.

Julian paused on the top landing to shift his grip on a metal drawer frame.

He took his personal key ring out of his leather coat pocket to unlock the master suite.

The ring held six brass keys on a silver loop.

One of them had a strip of bright red vinyl tape wrapped around its top collar.