[A photograph. Not taped in; scanned. Not digital, it's grainy if you scroll in closely enough, fingerprints on gloss. It's an angle, the camera almost ground level. The bottom right hand quadrant is old stone - as old as Vegas gets and an ornate looping gate with a lock. The building next door is glass and steel, it reaches beyond the stretch of the photograph but the sky and a faint film of cloud is reflected in the uppermost window.]
[Wren H]
[Sent to the same address as the camera. Two keys, with a paper label attached. The larger labelled 'door' and the smaller 'chemicals'. Wrapped around them, a folded piece of paper. Written, 'developer won't hurt you. Books are on the shelf. Borrow what you like.']