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"You're not getting in, are you?" Sarah whispered, panic rising again.

He closed his eyes, visualizing the inside of the mechanism. The landlord had fitted an anti-pick cylinder. Clever. Annoying, but clever. Gareth reached for his decoder tool—a slender piece of metal that looked like a dental instrument. He inserted it gently, feeling for the sheer line. wrexham locksmiths

Come on, you stubborn thing.

"Mr. Evans?" she asked, her voice trembling. "You're not getting in, are you

It was a delicate operation, like playing a piano in the dark. He felt the pins inside the lock—a standard five-pin tumbler. Click. Click. Click. "You're not getting in