I worked my fingers inside my gloves, trying to keep them from freezing. This morning was colder than any other since we had arrived. The wind was whipping, spraying us with blowing snow. “I can’t feel my toes,” Dixie complained. “Maybe she’s not home.” “Her car is in the driveway,” Margarita pointed out. My guts knotted in my stomach. “We need to get inside. I have a bad feeling.” Margarita rummaged through her purse, coming back with two metal rods. “What on earth are you planning to do with those?” I asked. “Pick the lock.” “What do you know about lock picking?” “Oh, let’s just say I’ve locked myself out more than a few times. Plus, I watched some YouTube videos.” YouTube explains it all. You can learn just about anything on there. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Margarita took her gloves off and picked around at the lock until it opened. She smiled in triumph. “See. I told you I could do it. Lucky for us, the deadbolt wasn’t on.” I pushed open the door, and as I stepped in, my eyes widened at the mess.
