The retired storage building opened along twenty-four empty rack lines.
Red soil pushed through the cuts and lifted the concrete in strips. Evidence workers left through separate room doors before the strips met. Two carried paper disposal logs. A third kept the current warrant folded inside his shirt after the floor took his evidence case.
The first plate came up beneath the old loading bay. It carried six basement windows, a tiled public stair, and the lower half of a water tower. None belonged to the storage building. Farah watched from the prosecution suite while Kim sat behind physical glass.
"Basalt Mile?" Farah asked.
"I don't know," Kim said. "That branch stored rehearsals. It never stored city maps."
