He hit four separate angles. A fifth angle gave him this: The letters L.U.S. It was scratched on. It was diamond-scratched. The scratcher scratched the letters below-the-surface deep. He bought a rough diamond and carved, assiduously. The abrasive dip raised the letters. It had to be that. He had the gold chunk/the L.U.S./the key fob marked “648.” He had storage-locker listings. He’d pulled two pages’ worth. The pages were half wet and
