and a thin layer of dust. The metal cabinet beneath the window was locked. I tried the key from Northbridge, but it did not fit.
Daniel crouched beside it.
“May I?”
I handed him the key.
He studied the cabinet’s lock, then ran his fingers along the underside of the desk.
“There’s something here.”
A narrow brass hook had been screwed beneath the desktop. Hanging from it was a small ring of keys, nearly invisible in the shadows.
One key was marked with a strip of faded blue tape.
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