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There is nothing as tempting as a locked door. Mark felt the familiar tingle in his fingers and the excitement that fills him each time he encounters one. Doors were never obstacles that he could not get around, even locked ones.
The thing was he never thought he would be picking this one. But he had little choice. He needed to get inside.
As he reached into his pocket for the picks, he wondered about their presence in his pocket. He hadn’t planned on needing them or even on taking them. He had picked them up out of habit. You never knew when you would need to get into a locked room when riding shotgun with the judge. The picks had come in handy on several occasions.
He paused for a moment before going to work. He thought about the times he had used the picks to help the judge.
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” he said as he got to work. Within seconds he heard the familiar click as the lock released. He returned the picks to their case and the case to his pocket.
He eased the door open and stepped inside. He walked over to the table and picked up the keys lying there. He then returned to the door and locked it.
He closed it and started to his car shaking his head. Better get going. The Judge is waiting for me to meet him for dinner with Frank and Claudia. Man, I’m glad he wasn’t here to see this, I’d never hear the end of it. Imagine, locking myself out of the Gatehouse.
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