Inside, the paper was blank. Not erased. Blank. As if the numbers had never been there. She checked the safe’s log: accessed three days ago at 10:14 PM. The only person with the other key? Mark.
Mark slumped against the rack. “How did you do that?”
No. Impossible.
“What? Elena, we don’t have the key!”
Then, a chime. A green box.
The hum of the server was the only answer.
At 2:17 AM, the giant screamed.
Elena leaned back, wiped her forehead, and looked at the blank paper still on the floor.