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                  "Damn," Ross snorted, shining her light around the room. "What in the blue fuck is all of this?"
                  "Maybe he’s a hoarder," I guessed sarcastically, walking slowly to the other side of the balcony. I tried the door, but it was locked. "Yet... this , they lock."
                  Doc immediately got to work, pulling out the little pouch containing the tools she always kept on her.
                  "The whole place looks like the Apocalypse ravaged the joint, but they made sure to lock the fucking office," I muttered, smirking when Adrian chuckled softly behind me.
                  "Perhaps they are hiding something," he snorted, nudging me with his elbow.
                  A soft click rang into the empty space, and Ross opened the door, letting it glide open. All three of us peered inside, not knowing what to expect. Like the rest of the place, the office was dark, but unlike the rest downstairs it wasn’t covered in a thick layer of dust, the office was in damn nea r perfec t order.
                  File cabinets lined the back wall, right behind a generic metal desk. There was no computer equipment, but a calculator and a desk pad still sat on top. Two folding chairs sat just inside, a jacket slung haphazardly over the back of one of them, and two small bookcases were along the wall right by the doorway.
                  "Okay," I sighed, shaking my head, but walked straight to the first file drawer and tugged it open.
                  Doc took the desk, opening drawers, careful not to stir up too much noise. Adrian knelt down by the bookcases, reading the titles. Ross took another filing cabinet.
                  The first drawer I looked through was nothing but financial stuf f taxes, purchasing, bills. The second drawer was the jackpot.
                  "Bingo," I sang to myself, pulling out the file containing payroll information. I pressed my earpiece. "Tink..."
                  "Talk to me. What'cha got for me?" she asked, typing away, and I could hear Juan in the background.
                  "Is he singing?" Doc laughed, and Adrian snickered, standing up from the bookcases.
                  "Yeah, Jackson's teaching him some old cowboy song," Tink told us with a giggle.
                  " Nice ," my Adrian drawled, rolling his eyes. "I'm going downstairs to look for the video equipment," he said, pointing to the upper corner of the room where an old camera sat completely still and covered in an impressive cobweb the only one in the office.
                  "Okay," Ross and I told him at the same time, and she came to look over my shoulder when I turned my attention back to Tink. "Tink, I'm going to read you some names and social security numbers. I'll need profiles on each of them."
                  "Easy-peasy, Japanesey," she chuckled, typing away. "Okay...hit me."
                  I read off the names and their socials taking the contracts and a few questionable sheets, putting them in my bag. "Thank you, Tink," I said over the radio. "How's that facial recognition thing coming for Doc?"
                  "I've pulled the pic, mapped the face, and just started the search," she answered. "Like I told her, it will take time."
                  "Okay," I sighed. "I'm not sure why she's worried. It wasn't like the man tried anything."
                  "Because Doc can’t remember him," Adrian answered, instead of Tink. "It won't hurt to find out who he was..."
                  "True," Tink and I said at the same time.
                  “I never forget a face, and it is going to bug the shit out of me until I know where it is.” Doc responded.
                  "We should be home in plenty of time for Juan,