"Yeah, I do, I'll take it back upstairs and drop it to you, just give me a sec." Digging through all the stuff on the table, I found my keys and proceeded back upstairs. When I emerged from the house I called out, dropping the keys down to the waiting officer.
   Hearing them fumbling with the keys, they finally found the right one and tried once again to open the door. And once again, the lock wouldn't budge. Stymied at this point, they walked back out from under the balcony and said, "We have a few tools in the squad car, sit tight and we'll be right back."
   Sure, I thought to myself, where else am I going to go at this point? But calling down I said instead, "Okay, thanks." I then settled in to wait for their return.
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