Outside the closing elevator door, Tattoo Guy happened to look up. His eyes connected with mine, but I swiftly dropped my gaze to the floor and sank farther into my hoodie. Shit. Had he recognized me? Did he even know who I was? Nah, he was just some rando police guy. Right? Right. The door sealed us in, and we started downward.

Detective Appelt cleared his throat. "Speaking of locks and keys, can we strike some sort of deal so I don't have to keep buying locks to the graveyard every ...