Jake Randolph in "Tiki Moon" Pt. 168

It was locked, naturally. Aside from my gun I had brought two other party favors with me: a flashlight and a lockpick. I pulled them both from my back pockets. I turned on the flashlight, directed the light toward the keyhole and began picking the lock. It took a few tries but I finally got it unlocked.

I eased open the door, which squeaked slightly but to me sounded like a buzzsaw in the otherwise quiet Beverly Hills night. I shined the flashlight around the room. It was unremarkable, just a place for storing groceries.

I opened the pantry door...