The Puppet and the Rigger
The elevator in the spice warehouse was old, the kind with a folding gate and a lever instead of buttons.
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Tracey, thirty-four and single, a pharmacist with a spreadsheet for a soul, stands at the bottom of the fire escape at a quarter past five…