But I’m a chicken. I grab my sister’s hands. “I’m going to make sure Knox pays.”
“Are you going to sic your hot billionaire boyfriend after him?” She gives me a wan smile.
“No,” I tell her. “I don’t need a man to enact revenge. A man is not a plan.”
I take photos of his past-due bill statements.
“Girls, leave it! We’ve been compromised! Abort mission!” Gran rushes past.
“Did you find anything?” Brinley asks. “I found a dildo.”
“Okay, why are you touching it? Leave it,” I hiss.
“What part of ‘abort mission’ do you not get?” Gran hollers.
Lights flash outside.
“Shit, is that the police?”
“Po-po! Run!”
We scramble out of the house, hop the fence into the neighbor’s yard, and rush down the alley to the road where my car is parked.
“There’s women’s panties in the house too,” Brinley calls as we stumble through the dark.
In the passing brightness from a security light, I see them.
My panties.
Fuck.
“Toss ’em!” I yell. “It’s evidence. Get rid of it!”
“The dildo too?”
“Hey, that looks kinda like the one I got you for Christmas,” Gran says.
I snatch it from Brinley, haul back, and throw it.
There’s a pained scream in the dark and the thud of something falling.
“Officer down!”
“Shit!”
“Girls, I got this. Follow along.” Gran puffs up her chest. “We are fellow officers of the law,” Gran announces when police descend on the scene.
In the distance, a police chopper sounds and sirens wail.
“The intruder went thataway!” She gestures off into the distance.
“You heard ’em.” One of the heavyset male officers wheezes. “Maybe we could call the dogs in.”
“We can run after the perp,” Kathy offers.
The rest of us nod. “Yeah, we got it.”
“Great, thanks.” The guy sits down heavily. “How’s Hank?”
