“Fuck,” Grace said, sucking on her knuckle. The crowbar clattered to the ground. Shaking the pain out of her hand, she kicked herself for forgetting gloves.
She bent over and retrieved the iron bar before pushing the door open. The interior of the storage room was black except where the illuminated by her flashlight. She ran the beam around the room, looking for the safe. It was in a corner in the back, beneath what appeared to be laundry basket full of dirty rags.
Grace smiled and approached the safe. She tossed the basket aside and took out her toolkit.