I got a clean cotton rag and a spray bottle of lemon oil from the kitchen utility closet.

I knelt on the rug in front of the open safe door.

I wiped down the heavy steel frame, cleaning away the gray dust that had settled on the inner shelves.

The six blue folders were gone, locked safely inside Samuel Price’s legal vault down on Maple Avenue.

The flash drive and the scanned tax returns were gone too, admitted into the official county court record.

The steel shelves inside the safe were completely bare and clean.