“Can you make that one work in this lock?”

He picked it up as if it owed him money.

“This thing is older than the wiring in this house.

I’d have to file the new pins to match it.

That goes against everything I believe in.”

“I’d count it as a favor.”

He filed for eleven minutes with the radio turned down low.

Then he slid the key in and turned it, and the deadbolt slid home with a sound like a small door closing in a bank vault.