Meanwhile Vinny, out of her sight line, had gone to work, making use of a skill he and I had both developed. Besides the fascination of breaking into computers, and my own interest in magic, we had both been intrigued by learning how to open locks. As a young kid, I had scoured the shelves of an underground bookstore in the San Fernando Valley that had volumes on picking locks, getting out of handcuffs, creating fake identities—all kinds of things a kid was not supposed to know about.