The brass key slid into the lock, but it didn’t turn.
Ethan tried again, applying a little more pressure, and when the lock refused to move, he pulled the key back and examined it beneath the overhead light.
“It should work.” He said.
I looked at the metal case sitting against the wall, and the same uneasy feeling that had followed us into the storage unit settled heavily in my chest.
“Maybe the lock is damaged.” I said as Ethan shook his head.
“The lock is fine, and the key fits perfectly, but something inside the mechanism is preventing it from turning.” He said.
Jace crouched beside him and examined the case without touching it.
“Can you open it?” Jace asked.
“Not without forcing it.” Ethan said.
Nobody spoke for a moment because forcing the case was exactly what I didn’t want
