*Ines*
Our trio makes our way into the house, amazingly without another word except for my whispered instructions. Soon we find ourselves in front of the door to the south drawing room. Nick pulls out an odd flat tool and inserts it in the lock.
"Will that thing really work ?” I whisper to Jackson.
He nods curtly. “Nick’s the best. He can pick a lock faster than anyone. Here, watch. Three more seconds. One, two...".
Click. The door swings open.
“Three". Nick says with a slightly self-satisfied smile.
"Well done". I say.
He smiles back at me. “I've never met a woman or a lock that didn't love me”.
Jackson mutters something under his breath and strides past us. “You”. He says, turning around and pointing to me. “Don't touch anything”.
“Would you like me to tell you what
