Chapter 16
After several long, fruitless minutes, Otto swore under his breath then straightened up, stuffing his lock picks back into his pocket.
"I'll just break a window," he said and started kicking through the snow around the shrubs in search of a rock.
"Hold on," I said, checking all my pockets. I found the gold key in my dress pocket. "I have something quieter."
"That's not the right size for this door," Otto said, but now it was my turn to grin at him.
"Trust me," I said. I pushed the key into the lock and gave it a turn.
"Can I have that?" he asked as I swung the door open.
"No way," I said, tucking the key away.
"Can you make me a copy?"
"No," I said, laughing. "Come on; let's get inside before someone sees us."
"No one is around to see us," he said but followed me into
