They reached an impasse before reaching the hotel. Dead ahead there was a heavily corroded wrought-iron fence. While it had seen better days, the chain and oversized padlock that secured the gate gleamed in the light. Why would anyone put a fresh lock on a rusty gate?
Tyler went to the back of the truck for a zip-saw. With a saw in hand, Lauren tapped him on the shoulder. She pointed at the gate, and he realised the padlock was gone.
“When did that happen?” Tyler asked.
“Dunno,” Lauren said.
To prove a hunch, Lauren pushed against the gates, and they swung open effortlessly…
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