The Night I Hit Central Lock

Synopsis

The passenger seat wasn't where I left it. I'm only 5'2"; I always keep the seat pushed all the way up. But now, it was back by a good four inches. I'd been working late until 9:30 PM. When I headed down to the garage, I spotted my white Jetta parked in a far corner of B2. The engine was still running. The taillights were glowing, and the chassis was vibrating ever so slightly. I stood behind a concrete pillar and watched for 30 seconds. Two silhouettes were in the back seat. My phone was gripped in my palm, the screen light reflecting off my face. I didn't go charging over there. Instead, I walked around to the driver's side, pulled the door open, and slid in. There was a sudden, frenetic scramble in the back. I didn't look back. I reached out and hit the central locking button. With a click, all four doors locked tight.