It said Alternate plan, unit four twelve, Norfolk.

“Do you know of a storage facility in Norfolk?” Rebecca asked.

“We rent a small unit on base for my extra military gear,” I said.

“We don’t have anything out in town.”

Marcus stepped around the chair and leaned over the table.

He studied the slanted blue handwriting through the plastic sleeve.

“There’s a big commercial storage lot on Tidewater Drive,” Marcus said.

“Two miles from the cruise terminal.