Her Savior: His Obsession
“Lucky for you, there isn’t a lock I can’t crack. I’ll be right back.”
After returning to the bedroom, I quickly snatch up my tools and return to the door, easily selecting one of my thinner picks. This is a standard privacy doorknob with a center pin hole. I crouch down, shove the pick in and feel around, applying just enough pressure to make out the outline of the latch mechanism. This process is second nature to me, a cake walk. I have the door open in less than five seconds, the knob twisting free of the frame with a satisfying rush of air.
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