Lady slipped through the trees leading up to the mansion. Light poured outside through the huge windows, forcing Lady to cling to the trunk of the tree.
“Patrol three, search the woods!”
Several policemen ran off behind the house, Dane among them. Lady stifled a sigh of relief at his retreating back and slipped onto the roof.
Wedging herself behind the chimney, Lady changed into a dark blue sheath dress. She shoved her usual costume in her bag and placed it in the nearby tree. Silently, she slinked across the branch over to the window she had prepared earlier. She took out a stiff bit of wire, threaded it through the small hole and caught it on the latch.
A tug, a slid of the window, and Lady was in.
“What’re you doin’ behind the curtains?”
A very drunk older man blinked at her owlishly, trying to focus.
Lady smiled, covering her cheeks as if to hide a blush and stepped away from the gauzy fabric. “My dad took me here, but I ran into my ex.”
The drunk peered nearsightedly around the room. “Who’s your ex?” he asked.
But Lady wasn’t listening anymore. Her complete attention was on the man behind her and the woman he was escorting.
“…finished setting everything up,” she finished.
The man was silent, and Lady cursed that she couldn’t turn around to see his face.
“All three rings? Around the forest too?”
“Of course,” she responded haughtily.
“Good. When we leave give the order for the detonation.”
“Where’s your ex?” the man repeated.
Lady smiled charmingly at him, and whispered, “You’ll have to excuse me, he’s coming this way.”
With that, she swept behind the curtains again, opened the window and leapt into the tree.
Dane. Dane’s in the forest. I have to warn him! The only thing anyone detonates is…bombs.
She prepared to jump down the tree when common sense took over. Running into danger won’t help anyone, she chided herself.
Flipping open her phone, she pushed the seventh speed dial. For luck.
“Jenna? You’re out all ready?” Butler answered, surprised.
There was a click and the acid rock turned off. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you yet.”
“Butler, we have a problem. Please tell me something other than bombs detonate!”
“Jen, calm down. Did you meet Ringleader or something? I told you not to steal in the place Ringleader’s marked as his next victim! But no, you had to run off and ‘run circles around the boys in blue’!”
Lady laughed, despite the situation. “I’m pretty sure I never called them the ‘boys in’,” she froze.
“Blue,” she whispered. “That’s who Ringleader meant, not bluebloods, but police officers.”
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