She looks up and sees Beard standing there with the key.
"Hi. Thanks, but I've got it."
She twists one of the picks a little to the right, and there's a click as the tumblers fall into place. She carefully turns both the picks clockwise, and the door opens.
Joan puts the picks back into her pocket and enters the apartment.
"Ted?" She checks the kitchen, then looks around the living room, then the bathroom and the bedroom. She had been terrified that she would find Ted hurt or unconscious or worse. But not only is Ted not there, the apartment is spotless.
"He's not here," she says to Beard, looking around with a detective's analytical eye. "And there's no sign of intrusion or struggle. If something happened to him, it didn't happen here."
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Date: 2021-07-03 07:39 pm (UTC)"Hi. Thanks, but I've got it."
She twists one of the picks a little to the right, and there's a click as the tumblers fall into place. She carefully turns both the picks clockwise, and the door opens.
Joan puts the picks back into her pocket and enters the apartment.
"Ted?" She checks the kitchen, then looks around the living room, then the bathroom and the bedroom. She had been terrified that she would find Ted hurt or unconscious or worse. But not only is Ted not there, the apartment is spotless.
"He's not here," she says to Beard, looking around with a detective's analytical eye. "And there's no sign of intrusion or struggle. If something happened to him, it didn't happen here."