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corner building with two side alleys, one from each street. Each alley led to the same back utility area which Frank discovered was common to several buildings including those on the opposite rear streets. Within this court, dumpsters were set in a line, each with a label as to which one went with what enterprise. Venture had no dumpster of its own. "Not surprised," Sumner thought, "You don't want your garbage exposed, do you fellows?" The building had about two feet of base cinder block at ground level above which began the cedar shake shingles. Out front you couldn't see the cinder block as it was bricked over with a ledge at the transition to shingle. There were, on the side of the building, the usual fire connections and more than typical electrical lines coming in from the utility poles. Several main level and upper level windows had air conditioners. It was plenty hot today. "Good sound cover," he thought. Facing the common back area were several basement windows fitted with bars, but not painted over, although the basement was dark . It was hard to see just what was in there. Boxes, mostly. Storage. "Need a hole." Frank studied the window frames first, then noticed that above and to the side of one window, just under a shingle, a space presented itself. The shingle yielded quietly, and there was a drill hole in the structure of the building where an old pipe, maybe a natural gas line, must have entered. It was sealed, but with a soft filler that pulled out easily with his screwdriver. The dumpsters made good cover. He could hear cars go by slowing as they approached the intersection on the side of the building opposite from where he was secreted with his stash. How to inconspicuously lug the propane here was solved by an empty rubber garbage barrel nearby. Frank put everything in place. The garden hose was connected to the propane tank by way of the bath tub shower fitting. The other end was carefully