“And there's that,” Karyn said finally. “Boss, like I told you, this person really knew what they were doing. It's
almost like a professional job.”
Without saying a word, Gorman limped across the room and – ignoring the pain in his right hip – he knelt in front
of the safe. Inside, assorted documents were all laid out more or less as he remembered them from the previous time he'd
opened the thick metal door. With a growing sense of fear in his gut, however, he reached down to the bottom shelf and
began to cautiously sort through the various envelopes and files. His hands were shaking, and finally he got to the bottom of
the little stack and checked one more time, just to be certain.