I pushed the heavy cedar door in, and the hinges groaned in the quiet night.

The inside of the shed smelled of dried weed killer, stale lake mud and damp oak left too long in dark corners.

Sophie aimed the flashlight up into the open rafters, where dusty cobwebs hung like gray gauze.

Two tall steel storage cabinets stood against the back wall, painted army green and pitted with rust along the bottom.

Sophie checked her phone again.

“If anybody turns off the main road, their headlights will sweep right across the front door.”