The trick is going to be keeping this one under control.
Yeah, obviously, I took the job. I’m telling the story, ain’t I?
Once we shook hands on it, we made it over to the scene of the crime. It was your basic professional hall, the kind where the lawyer shares a meeting room with the accountant and the alchemist moonlights as a notary public. “Annabelle rented a safety deposit box with Senor Lomax,” Father Miguel explained to me. “He’ll be able to tell you the details about what happened.”
“Good.” I didn’t explain to the good father that Lomax was also one of the three prime suspects, since he had a master key and he was a lawyer. Either one might not have been enough, but combine the two? Maybe there was something there. He wouldn’t be the first abogado who figured he knew enough law to wriggle out of trouble.
Lucky for him, he wasn’t the only suspect I had: there were two other people who had keys to the box.
Itsy bitsy quibble.
Safe deposit boxes are boxes stored in the safe.
If this safety deposit box is something else, a “Cinderella” note may be needed.
“There’s no safe in the hall, that’s why it’s not a safe deposit box, the safety is because (blank)”
Mew