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The storage area for patient possessions turned out to be one of the larger spaces L had infiltrated at the Institute, about the same size as the file room across the hall. Low brown shelves, filled with labeled white boxes, spanned all four walls.
As he had when entering the other rooms, he angled the beam of his light into every corner and across the lines where the walls met the ceiling and the shelves met the floor. Caution was automatic for him; he wouldn't go far into the room until he was satisfied that it was clear. He had to admit to himself that there was always a chance that something might be hiding behind the neat rows of boxes, but if that were the case, the attacker would be small--easily dispatched.
He stepped inside, then, and began to examine the labels, looking for Laurier, Daniel. The boxes appeared to be arranged in alphabetical order. The Ls might be halfway around, which would be opposite the door. However, he couldn't assume an even distribution of the Latin alphabet; he would start on the left corner of the far wall and work from there.