"I don't even know," I replied, rushing to Jasmine's desk looking for tools. "You got arrested for picking locks right? Burglary?"
"Arson, which in turn killed my Priest...in fact, that church was more flammable than..."
"f**k, forget it, I have a plan."
A pair of tweezers, an X-acto-knife, and a screwdriver were the only things available. Scrambling, I rushed to the door and pried the tweezers inside the last lock where the key was broken.
"Help me," I ordered.
"What's behind this door?"
"I don't know, but if that front door opens, depending on who it is, we're both dead. And if it's who I came in here with, and you're standing around, walking and talking, they're going to kill you first."
The old adage of 'How many inmates does it take to break into a secret door' couldn't
