He lifted the hook off Jeff’s lock, aiming it at the eye without letting go, as if figuring out how they worked together. “Don’t do that,” Brian said. With a mischievous smile, Klein let the hook dangle freely. He turned to give the boy his full attention. “Why not?” “You’re not supposed to lock Jeff’s door unless he’s here.” Klein pointed at his chest with a smirk. “I’m not?” “Nobody is. Jeff isn’t supposed to lock it without permission from his mom.” “Then what’s the point?” Klein laughed. He took a step toward Brian, who took a step back. Klein took three more steps forward and Brian retreated three. Klein noticed. Brian saw he noticed. “Why have a lock if you can’t use it to keep your mother out?” Klein chuckled. Brian shrugged. “She has to knock.” Klein nodded.
