[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Location:[/b][/color] Red Lake B&B Attic[/center][hr][hr]
	So lifting the box went about as well as he expected, which was significantly worse than he'd hoped. The first pull he couldn't get it to budge a bit. So he stopped and stepped away to look at it as if it were a living thing defying his whims. Perhaps he was just trying to pull it wrong? That old saying about lifting with the legs, not the back. SO this time paying more attention to his form, Harry squatted down and tried to lift it again. No luck. He paced back and forth before giving one final college try, but he wasn't lifting that box. He just didn't have the muscle to move it on his own.

	It was then that he noticed the tools sitting just over in that corner of the attic. Perhaps if he were a man of greater impulse, or lesser consideration he would have taken the tools and tried to pop open the box right away. But he didn't. Partially because he didn't trust the contents of the box given the family's supposed history, partially because it wasn't his box. He wasn't going to just start breaking the possessions of others open on a whim. Even in his day on the police force he'd need to get a warrant to do something like that.

	[color=slategray]"I think so,"[/color] he called down to Mrs Walker. After giving the box a few moments more consideration, he turned around and left the attic. It'd be easier to carry a conversation when they didn't have to yell at each other. Not to mention it was so stuffy in here, he didn't have much of an inclination to stick around longer than necessary.