He led the way through a narrow, wood-paneled hallway to a smaller office in the back. A few stacks of paperwork sat atop a desk that was the twin of the one in the front. A few black-and-white pictures of a man and woman hung from the walls. Other than that, the room was sparsely decorated. A picture of the man in the other images dangled from the wall directly behind the desk, the only thing that adorned the fake wood paneling in that section of the office. Steiner maneuvered behind the desk and grasped the picture frame on both sides. He lifted it carefully, unhooking the wire in the back from the nail on the wall and set the picture on the floor, leaning it against a gray filing cabinet. In the space where the picture had been was the front of a small black safe with a combination lock. It rested in a hole cut into the wall, a modification done either by the tenant or on request by the builder. Sean raised an eyebrow, intrigued by what the older man could possibly be trying to hide.
