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working the pins, pressing all five of them up until they click. I add
pressure to the wrench and then…
Click.
The lock turns, and the door opens.
“Where’d you learn that?” he whispers, sounding surprised.
“YouTube. Stop talking.”
We both dive into the dark office, quickly scanning the area to make
sure it’s empty. The desks behind the counter sit vacant, and I shoot my
eyes left, seeing Mrs. Burrowes written on a door. I walk over and jiggle the
handle, finding it locked as well. Inserting the wrench, I work quickly and
feel relief when the handle finally gives way, the door opening wide.
I stare into the office, amazed that this actually worked. I’ve never
picked a lock before, until I Googled how this afternoon and practiced on
some rusty old doors at the Cove.
“The Principal’s Office.” Dane inches in, filling the doorway with me.
“I spent a lot of time in one of these. I think they gave me my diploma just
to get rid of me.”
His voice is thick with humor, and I stuff the tools back in my pocket.
“Shhh.”
Stepping inside, I immediately go for the cabinets and begin opening
drawers, looking for anything even close to resembling what I’m searching
for.
I sift through student files, budgets, receipts, teacher records,
disciplinary records…
“What are you looking for?”
I open drawer after drawer, dragging my fingers over the files as I
quickly scan. It has to be here. Annie told me once she mailed the stuff
here.