Now he moved his latest Remington to one side. Julie Glovsky saw a little brass key lying in the center of a square patch of blotter that was free of ash and dust. Sammy took the key and went to a large wooden cabinet, dragged up from a defunct photographical processing lab on a lower floor of the building. “You have an Escapist costume?” Julie said. “Yeah.” “Where’d you get it?” “From Tom Mayflower,” Sammy said.
