Chapter 67

"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..."

"Fuck, 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."