Last night, I was plotting how to finish off the third victim of a serial killer for my current manuscript when my mobile phone began playing They tried to make me go to rehab, I said, "No, no, no." I haven’t changed ringtone since Amy Winehouse’s demise a few months ago.
“José, did you guys change the office locks without telling me?” It was my boss.
“No,” I replied. “What happened?”
“I can’t open the front door. It sounds like all the internal parts came loose inside the lock.” He said.
“Really? I can be in the office in ten minutes.”
“Don’t worry, what need is a locksmith. But it’s kind of late.”
“It’s no problem. I have certain experience with locked doors.”
As promised, I got there as soon as I could. Okay, okay, it took me twelve to fifteen minutes.
After trying the key and a gentle shove, the door remained closed. It was time to put my money where my mouth was.
I handed my boss a flashlight and told him where to point the light beam. Can’t tell you how much fun it was to boss my boss around.
Using an old laminated ID card, I pressed the spring latch between the door at the frame and within a minute, I pushed the door open. Easy as cake.
“Wow. I’m impressed, you’re fast!” He said as I ran to punch in the security code.
“Well,” I said coming back to the door, “there is a reason why the main character in Treasure Hunt is a thief.”
So, once again, a proof that the time invested in research is time well spent.
*Night Writer has nothing to do with Knight Rider, so if you got here looking for the TV show, check your spelling and Google again. lol
