With an impatient huff, Roger stomped to the file cabinets and began his search. There were only a handful of files there, and none of them were from the seventies. No, of course, they'd be in the deep storage with the rest.

This just gets better.

Roger tugged out a key and unlocked an unmarked door. Inside was a long room, lined in metal shelving and crammed with numbered boxes. Inside each were sequentially numbered case files; manila folders filled with clippings, ...