Stray Dogs Surround Same Car Every Day, Then Someone Finally Looks Inside

Lock-Popping Tool

When she was finished, the hanger had become a makeshift lock-popping tool—a thin rod ending in a sharp, angled hook. It wasn’t perfect, but it might be enough.

Abby’s mind flashed back to the car’s passenger-side window. It was cracked open, barely half an inch. A flaw, perhaps small, but one she fully intended to exploit.