“There’s an emergency override in the panic room. It disengages all the locks in the apartment,” he tells me. I breathe a sigh of relief. “Can you do it remotely? I don’t want to leave the door and give her a chance to lock it again.” He laughs on the other end of the line and I wish I could reach through and punch him square in the fucking face. But I can’t. He’s helping me and honestly, we’d be fucked without him. “You’ve got it. I can’t wait to meet the spitfire, she seems like fun.”
