Broken Dolls (A Jefferson Winter Thriller)
“It was above a tattoo parlour in a run-down street in a run-down part of Tottenham. I pressed the bell and waited. No answer. I gave it ten seconds then pressed again, holding my finger down long enough to annoy Simon Stephens if he was in, or wake him up if he was asleep at his desk. Still no answer. On to plan B. Templeton saw me pull out the leather wrap that contained my lock picks and muttered something under her breath.‘You can wait in the car if you want,’ I said.‘Yeah, like that’s going to happen.’The Yale on the front door took twenty-five seconds to beat, but the five-lever mortice lock on the office door was sturdier and more of a challenge. I inserted the turning bolt first, a T-shaped device made from top-grade stainless steel, then used the pick to move the levers.This type of lock took patience, feel, practice. The first lever disengaged, then the second. I took my time, forced myself not to hurry. Act like you’ve got all the time in the world and you can beat a lock li...ke this in a minute or two, hurry and it would take all day.MoreLess
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