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“Tessa. Lead the way.”
She moves into the storage area.
I stay right behind her.
Close.
Ready.
The lockers line the wall.
Old.
Unchanged.
She slows.
Counts.
Then stops.
“There,” she says.
I step in closer.
“You remember the combination?”
She nods.
Her hand trembles slightly as she turns it.
Click.
The lock opens.
She pulls the door.
It creaks.
Inside—
Dark.
Empty—
Except for one thing.
A small, worn pouch.
Exactly where she left it.
And whatever’s inside?
That’s what all of this has been about.
55
Ace
