The heavy drawer slid open with a soft wooden groan.

Inside were three stacked black cardboard binders with white grease-pencil labels from twelve years ago.

They held thick ledgers full of freight records and state tax receipts.

I pushed my arm into the dark space behind the ledgers until my fingers touched the back panel of the drawer.

My knuckles brushed against a bundle tucked into the far corner.

I pulled it out into the dim gray light from the window.

It was a small cell phone wrapped tightly in three layers of gray flannel.