No. I must have entered the number in
wrong, had to have punched the wrong key, that’s all.
“Neal?” Dylan asks.
“It’s okay,” I tell him, but I frown
at the keypad and watch my fingers this time, make sure I hit the
right combination. 23761. Then I hesitate, my thumb over the
Enter key. I typed it in correctly, I know I
did.
I press Enter, hold it a second to
make sure it’s in, then release the key.
Nothing.
“f**k,” I mutter.
Behind me, Dylan peers over my shoulder at
the keypad like he’s going to be able to help. “What’s the
problem?” he asks.
“It’s not opening,” I say. Can’t he
see that?
Dylan points at the keypad, his finger
hovering above the Enter key. “Did you hit this?”
“Yes,” I tell him, but he presses it
again, just to make sure. Still nothing. “See?”
Dylan ste
