ISABELLA’s POVThe key stuck twice before the lock finally turned.Lucia pulled it out, frowned at it, then tried again as though the key had personally offended her.“You want me to do it?”“No.”“You’ve been fighting with it for almost a minute.”“I said no.”The lock clicked.Lucia pushed the metal door upward and gave me a look that said she had meant to do that all along.The storage unit was smaller than I expected. Three boxes, a shelf, an old red toolbox and four tyres stacked in the corner. That was it.Lucia stepped inside first.“Well,” she said, looking around. “This is underwhelming.”“What were you expecting?”“A body.”I stared at her.“I’m joking.”“You need better jokes.”“I’ve been under pressure.”There was hardly enough room for both of us, so I stayed near the entrance while Lucia opened the nearest box. Dust lifted into the air. She coughed, waved it away and immediately started going through the contents.Invoices.Repair manuals.A rolled-up calendar from six y
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