“Ashville City Police.”The next round of bangs came louder. Holy mother…. I jerked the handcuff, then rolled over. Desperate to find a way to get free, I jerked open the nightstand drawer—I didn’t expect anything helpful, but a rolled piece of black fabric caught my attention and I grabbed at it. Lock picks. The fucker had left me right here with lock picks. “We have a warrant to search the premises.”I assumed that meant they intended to enter with or without Colt.--Ignition
