"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 ...