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July 18, 2003
Near the lower edge of the slab, his fingers came upon something sticky on a loose fragment of masonry. He picked it up and peered at it. He could just make out a couple of drops of a pale, oily, half-dried substance.

He sniffed the residue on his fingers, and the faint smell confirmed his suspicions. He slipped the concrete fragment into his pocket.

He made his way back to the workshop through which he had entered the building. Now that he had explored a little further, he looked at the vehicle frame on the inspection pit with new understanding.