The women all shouted a loud good-bye as they trooped out of the war room. When the door closed behind them, Charles flopped down in his swivel chair. Fergus joined him in an adjoining chair. Both men looked at each other. “Whatever it is, it certainly pleased them to no end. I think that’s the part they like the most, doling out the punishment they know the courts would never allow. I can’t say I disagree with them, either. If Moss was taken into custody for spousal abuse, what’s the worst thing the courts would do to him considering his position and the thousand-dollar-an-hour battery of lawyers he would have defending him? Not to mention the judges he plays golf with. Maybe probation. But more than likely, he’d get off scot-free, and Amalie would be the one who gets the short end of the stick. That happens to the victims a lot. Not with our girls, though. This time, Amalie will be the victor, and Moss will get whatever they think he deserves. How can we argue with that, Fergus?”

“We can’t, Charles. We both did it back in the day when we had to. It’s just, I don’t know, strange I guess is the word I’m looking for, that women can do this.”

Charles laughed out loud and slapped at his knees with his open palms. “Those women were born to do this. It took me a while, but I finally realized how very capable they are. Not to mention wily, crafty, downright devious, and in plain English, they don’t give a good rat’s ass who gets in their way if they are on a mission. Actually, I applaud them all.”

Fergus felt his chest puff out. And Annie was the ringleader, his amour. He knew Charles felt the same way, and he also thought of Myra as the backbone of the Vigilante group. No doubt about it, the ladies had it going on.

“Well, Fergus, unless we plan on eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for our meal, we need to get moving here and see about dinner. Your tapioca banana pudding should be ready to go into the oven about now.”

Fergus heaved himself up and looked around. “What about our guest in the cell down at the end of the hall, Charles?”

“What about her?” Charles asked.

“Should we check on her?”

“Why?” Charles asked.

“Okay, I get it, not our purview. I am getting hungry, so let’s head for the kitchen.”

“I’m right behind you, pardner,” Charles cackled.

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

“The day is still young. I think we should do something constructive,” Annie said.

“What do you have in mind, Annie?” Nikki asked.

Annie shrugged. “Something has been bothering me about all of this, and no one else picked up on it so I thought . . . think maybe it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Talk to us,” Myra said.