We climbed out, and Martinez took a silver key from his pocket.

He opened the padlock and heaved the heavy metal door up.

It rumbled along its tracks and came to rest in the ceiling frame.

The concrete floor had been swept spotless.

A pile of flattened cardboard boxes leaned against the back wall.

Beside them sat two rolls of heavy packing tape and a thick black marker.

Martinez walked to the back corner and pointed at a stack of plastic bins.

“I brought the extra sports gear over from my garage,” Martinez said.