THIRTY-SEVEN

"The records room is this way," Justin directed Cameron. "I don't think we'll have any more luck in there, but we need to put these files back."

"You remember exactly where you found them, right?"

"Yes, I marked them with a tiny piece of string I tore off my shirt. I'm honestly a little hurt you'd even question me," Justin mocked.

"Better safe than sorry," Cameron said. "Besides, you have no idea how meticulous they are about those records."

"Apparently not meticulous enough to where two teenagers can break in and go completely unnoticed." He had a point. "Besides, I'm sure no one even goes in to the paper records room anyway." Another good point.

"True. Okay, put them back quick. I'll keep an eye out." They exchanged nods, and Justin ducked into the room. Cameron looked around the hallway. This part of the building started to change from stone to concrete. The floor wasn't glass. In fact, nothing from the

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