It took me a few seconds to put two and two together. Embarrassingly, the conclusion was hard to escape. I had used hairpins to put my hair up. Now my hair was down, so the pins must be gone. “Like stealing candy from a baby.” Rafe grinned at me over his shoulder. “Huh?” I said. He pushed at the office door, which swung open. “Oh, my God,” I added, choking, “you didn’t!” “It’s easier than opening every unit. Takes less time, too.” He wasn’t kidding. The whole thing had taken less than sixty seconds, from the moment he pulled me to him to the time the door was unlocked. “Yes,” I said, “but...” It seemed worse, somehow — more like a crime — to break into the office rather than into the storage unit itself. Rafe didn’t seem to have any such qualms. “I’ll be right back.” He ducked through the door.
