"Course there is, otherwise it wouldn't be locked," Raylan said over his shoulder as he put his weight into it. The lock snapped loudly and skipped to a stop across the floor, but it wasn't just the lock. Half the screwdriver went with it and Raylan was lucky he hadn't gashed his palm open.

"Shit," he swore, shaking the hand that no longer held anything before working the latch open and pulling the door.

"You tell me." Malcolm would know what was useful.