Raquel
Practice makes perfect, Dad always told me.
With the memory of the vault’s schematics burned into the front of my brain, I order myself a miniature replica of the door to work on. Dad knows a guy in England who knows a guy from Italy who knows a guy from China who makes practice locks and the like for training locksmiths and —in my case— would-be thieves.
It’s merely a matter of drawing exactly what I want, sending off my request using a secure IP address to access the dark web, and voila! My special package arrives on December 5th, addressed not to the hotel, but a PO Box several blocks away via expedited shipping. The whole process is completely anonymous. Just the way I like it.
It’s not as exact a copy as I’d like it to be, and it’s clearly 1:25 scale, but at least it’s some
