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David pulled up to the library’s entrance. He closed his eyes and exhaled an exaggerated breath. Am I fooling myself, do I even have a chance?

After a minute he entered the building. The library appeared as if he were there yesterday instead of three years ago.

“Can I help you find anything,” said a middle-aged woman behind the reception desk.

“No, I know what I need,” said David.

He searched the entire first floor, but came up empty. Aisle by aisle of the second floor produced the same result. Defeated he dropped into a chair.

“David,” said a soft voice.

David unlocked the door to Middleham Motors for the first time in three years. The white and brown tile floor once immaculate now littered with papers and garbage. Stale air and dust greeted David, as he made his way to the reception desk. He grinned at the undisturbed space. With effort he slid the desk to the side to reveal one brown tile amid the white. From his pocket he removed a chisel and small sledgehammer. The brown and surrounding white tiles were removed to reveal a metal box. David transferred the contents to a duffel bag and left.