Lock Every Door Riley Sager Novels & Stories

Sage said, stepping over the groaning guard. “No time to waste,” Damian replied, already working on the keypad by the door. He punched in a series of codes, but the screen flashed red. “Damn it. Locked out.” Sage glanced at the guards, one of whom was clutching a keycard clipped to his vest. She yanked it free and handed it to Damian. “Let’s hope this works,” she said. The door hissed open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with rows of servers and a central terminal. The hum of machinery filled the air as they stepped inside.

A thick padlock held the main door shut. Jason and Teddy went straight to work on prying the lock open. Jason clenched his teeth, his hands rock steady as he manipulated the mechanism, while Teddy placed pressure with a crowbar. Rick, on the other hand, had the assistant boss in a grip of steel. Just as the lock snapped loudly, we all stood stock still for a moment, holding our breaths to see if anyone had heard us break in. There was a strained silence that hung about us. "Run!" Rick whispered.

"The control room is behind those doors." Sophia's stomach twisted. The control room. The heart of it all. This was where they would either succeed or fail. Rory moved to the door, pressing his ear to it. He looked back at them. "There are guards inside. But not many. We can take them out quietly." James nodded. "We do this fast and clean." Rory grabbed a small device from his belt, slipping it into the door's security panel. The soft beep of the device signaled that the locks were disabled. James motioned for them to move, and they rushed into the room.

Knowing this was my only chance, I pushed him out of my apartment door and slammed the door right in his face. No I lost one second before in to take one chair metal folding piece from the nearby table and placed it under the doorknob. So I grabbed the door chain and bolt and made sure they were both secure, praying it was O enough for keep it outside. My apartment he can not be locked from the outside, but it was certainly locked from the inside. I wasn't stupid enough to sleep in an apartment that any random person could walk into at any time while I was there. He took just one second for The voice angry in Vidar be heard of other side from the door. He it hit against The wood. “Rarity! Le

I had not locked it when Riley left, so she could easily step in to pick up her stuff without knocking. The knock sounded again, and I started towards the door. "You should pick up your things before leaving the room, Riley. And the door isn't locked; I wonder if you are trying to stress me on purpose because I rejected your offer." I grumbled, gripping the doorknob and twisting it. When it opened, I frowned. No one was outside. Glancing to the right and left, and to my front once again to ensure Riley wasn't hiding anywhere, even though there was no way around the hall she could hide, I didn't see her.

“When you closed the door, did you do it improperly? Maybe there's an issue with the latch or—” “There’s no issue,” I interrupted, deadpan. “Except the obvious one where someone very deliberately locked us in like a pair of hormonal teenagers in a sitcom. Which, for the record, I’m not laughing at.” Killian didn’t listen. He did that thing where he tried to act like brute force would solve everything. He turned to the door and barged into it. Once. Twice. Thrice. Nothing. “Right,” I said with the world's most dramatic sigh, “because that always works in the movies.”

Without a word, he opened the door and started rifling through the contents. Riley glanced surreptitiously around, taking immediate stock of a back door to her left. Soloman was to her right with the fridge door open between them. She would have at least a tiny head start if she decided to make a break for it. She curled her fingers around the edge of the countertop and shifted her butt just a little further forward, her entire body tensing for flight. "You don't want to do that," his voice rumbled from the fridge.

"Lock you in? What are you talking about? You just need time to think. I did the same thing with your sister when she acted up. Now go!" "No…" "Dad, you can't…!" Judy rushed over. "You want to start, too? None of you ever make things easy for me!" He shoved Judy aside with one hand and pushed me forward with the other. "Dad…" I stumbled inside, my shoulder hitting a stack of boxes. The door slammed shut behind me, and the lock clicked. Darkness swallowed everything. "No… Don't lock it!" Everything fell away. All that was left were flashes of fear. The whip with barbs. The clamps biting into skin. Men laughing as they closed in, hands already at their belts.

I asked. He followed me back to the suite, and between the two of us, we had the new lock installed in no time. I quickly programmed it for my thumbprint, and once I knew it was securely locked, I made my way outside to everyone waiting for me. “What took you so long?” Sage asked as she got cozy under my arm as it draped over her. I didn’t want to ruin the day by telling her what I walked in on, but tomorrow, I would tell her everything unless my dad was an idiot and brought it up tonight at dinner.

“Stop talking.” That’s how I know I’ve struck a nerve and I won’t stop. “You killed her for what? You’re such a two-faced—” A ceramic glass by my side shatters in a second. Instinctively, I throw my hands over my head. A knock sounds at the door. “Lily, are you doing okay in there?” It’s Rachel. She rattles the doorknob trying to get in, all to no avail. “What’s happening? The door is locked from your side.”