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Michael hung up.

Sarah locked the outer door.

Then took a ring of keys from her pocket.

One small brass key opened a cabinet behind a stack of maintenance forms.

Inside was a package wrapped in oilcloth.

“Henry told me not to open this unless you came yourself.”

“What is it?”

“The part Michael wanted.”