There was a stop work order on the building, so I went under the fence. I’d never been in the building. I couldn’t see a thing. I went back to my VW Bug, pulled up the back seat, and pulled out a book of matches—later on, I learned that the stop order was because of a gas leak. But there I was, lighting matches. I opened a door to a closet, looked down, and there were two boxes of tapes.