They crossed over a row, past cheap police uniforms, skimpy nurse outfits, and copies of the costumes worn by some of the more popular Heroes. Finally, Trinity gasped and pointed to a costume wrapped in a clear plastic box. Emily smiled as she tugged it off its hook. It was a simple costume—barely a costume at all, really. A shirt, with black and white lines across it, and a bandanna. It also came with a large bag with a dollar sign sewn into the side.

“Is this it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Trinity said. “But it doesn’t come with pants.”

“And no mask,” Emily said. “We can grab a mask. I think I saw some plain ones a row over.”

There were masses of domino masks, in all sorts of colors. Trinity ended up selecting a dozen because, at fifty cents each, Emily couldn’t argue against having more. The fact that no two were the same color didn’t matter much.

If anything, it would help tell Trinity’s bodies apart while they were out in costume. Maybe they could get some scarves, too?

There weren’t any changing rooms, but Emily looked at Trinity, noted how tiny she was, then picked the smallest-size mask they had available. “We’ll have to try them on at home,” she said.

“Yeah! Can’t wait!” Trinity cheered.

Emily rubbed at her head, then froze when she felt her phone buzz within her purse. She fished around for it, then frowned at the unknown number on the display. “One sec, Trinity,” she said. “Can you make sure your sisters aren’t up to anything?”

“Athena is chasing Teddy around with a mask of Enry Ord on,” Trinity said.

“The car guy?” Emily asked.

The girl shrugged.

Emily accepted the call, then pressed the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hello, Boss,” came a smooth voice. It interrupted itself a moment later, a racking cough that sounded just shy of painful. “You are in no danger, not from me.”

Emily felt herself going tense, and she squeezed Trinity’s hand. The girl looked up to her with guileless eyes, then frowned around them. “Who is this?” Emily asked. “I’m not anyone’s manager.” She wasn’t the best liar, but she figured that was an easy enough one to make.

“This, my dear, is the one you know as Cement. Don’t panic, we don’t need you being afraid.”

Emily felt her heart attempting to thump its way out of her chest. “What do you want?”

“I’m done for,” he said plainly. “Do you have a good memory for numbers? I might not have forever.”

“What?”

The Villain rattled off a few numbers, then an address. “Can you remember that?”

“What is it?” she asked. It sounded like something within Eauclaire, but she didn’t know the city well enough to know where exactly it was.