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Book Excerpt from "Concrete Evidence: A Fixer Upper Mystery"

Back in the day, the attic might have been where the lowliest servicemen bunked, or it may have been used as servants’ quarters. As a rule, no one was very concerned over the help having to carefully maneuver down a scary staircase.
At the top of the stairs was a short hallway that ended abruptly. There was only one door and it was locked. Mac used his key to unlock the door and jiggled the handle a few times when he couldn’t get it open.
“I got it unlocked, but it’s stuck.”
“Let me try,” Sean said with a grin. “I’m younger and in better shape than you.”
Everyone laughed. Mac was in fabulous shape and only a few years older than Sean, but Sean was the big- gest, strongest guy on my crew. That was saying a lot, because the men who worked for me were plenty sturdy. But Sean was my expert when it came to demolishing a room with a single sledgehammer.
Mac stepped aside and Sean grabbed the doorknob with both hands, pulling as hard as he could. He gave it a few more tugs before admitting defeat. “That door is stuck.”
Mac patted him on the back. “You gave it a good try.”
Sean stared at the door, scratching his head, unwilling to give up the fight.
I looked at Mac. “Do you mind if we break it down and replace it later? It’s probably swollen shut from years of water damage so you’ll probably want to get a new one, anyway.”
“Yeah,” he said with a shrug. “Might as well.” “You’ll need a sledgehammer,” I said.
“I’ll get one from the truck,” Johnny said, and hustled downstairs and outside.