In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

A SLY MOVE
The man walked out of the hardware store on Canal with his
bag of new tools: hammer, screwdriver, mini crowbar, roll of duct tape,
and pair of latex gloves. Up around the corner on Grand he stopped at
a rusty red doorway and snapped on the gloves before inserting a key.
He stepped into the antique freight elevator and pressed B, tapping a
nervous foot as the iron box clambered down. Beyond the elevator
door's fluorescent strip the basement corridor meandered off into low
wattage murk from the two grimy bulbs screwed into the ceiling's
prewar metal cages.
A low beat thumped behind one of the corridor's red fire doors.
He stopped briefly in front of this one and listened as he tore off a
piece of tape with his teeth and wrapped it around the hammer's metal
head. Still massaging the tape to the hammer, he crossed the hall to the
door directly opposite and bent down to inspect the lock. This he
carefully chiseled out with as little noise as possible. After dropping the
dislodged mechanism into the bag on the floor, he probed around
inside the hole. Stepping back to consider for a few seconds, crowbar
firmly in hand, he lunged forward and attacked the empty circle with
great ferocity, wrenching out long jagged curls of steel. After mopping
his brow with a handkerchief he nudged the door open a crack with the
tip of his foot. Clutching his bag of tools he spun around and made for
the elevator.
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