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When Janice turned back around, David quickly wiped the floor with his handkerchief, collecting the gray powder on it. He then began tracing the toe prints. They all appeared to be emerging from the front entrance, making the first stop near the bookcase on the ground floor and then heading up the stairs. He too started walking in that direction, making his way to the curator’s office on the second floor. As he approached the office door, a man in uniform stopped him. “Sir, I cannot let you enter that room.” “I have the permission of your superior,” David replied. The cop at the door checked in with his colleagues who confirmed that David was a historian and the chief investigating officer had given him permission to access all floors. Having made sure that he had clearance, the office