When I got to the third floor, I knocked on Drio's door, but there was still no answer. I crouched down to examine his lock. Fucker. He had the Abloy Protec2 Deadbolt, a disc detainer lock that was impossible to pick. Even if I had a drill on me, the face of the deadbolt was made of a hardened steel that would chew up a dozen of the most expensive drill bits and still not allow access.

There were six other apartments on this floor, all of which featured standard deadbolts that I ...