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The same display

When Frank reached the janitor’s closet, something made him stop cold. His locker door was open. He always kept it shut and locked tight. Inside, his jacket was missing. And his car keys weren’t hanging on the small hook. Instead, both items had been neatly folded and placed on the small staff table nearby, like a display. It felt in line with those umbrellas.
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