Neither of them ask about my family, but they know. It’s an unspoken thing. I’m sure once I handed over the picture along with Falco’s full name, Ocean took it upon herself to do a soft dive into the man. I wouldn’t expect anything less from her.

Me: Where are they now?

I don’t answer Ocean because, no I don’t know what I’m doing yet. My brother always told me when you don’t know what to do, you should be still and wait. So that’s exactly what I’m doing.

Magic: Strip Club

Of course that’s where they are. It doesn’t come as a surprise. She drops the location into the group text.

Magic: There are only cameras on the front and back doors. I know he went in and hasn’t come back out yet. I can’t see inside. Let me check the phones.

I head to my closet to change. I have to cut up some of my clothes, but when I’m done, I know I’ll have no problem getting in.

Magic: There are only three cell phones in that building.

I’m not surprised. I know oftentimes places make you leave your phone at the door. Unless you’re a big shot. I’m guessing one of those phones is Falco’s.

Me: I need a car.

Ocean: You’re going to the strip club?

I snap a picture of myself in the mirror and send it through.

Magic: Wow

Ocean: You look good with red hair. Did you just happen to have a wig in your closet?

Me: Always be prepared.

That’s another thing my brother taught me growing up. I bet he’d be surprised that I actually took in everything he said. I grab a long coat and put it on, along with a second phone. If I’m asked to leave one at the door, I’ll toss that one at them.

Magic: Back door is opened with a punch code.

A second later, the code pops up in my phone. I grab a knife. It’s the only thing I can sneak in and hide easily once I ditch the coat. I hate not having a gun, but Falco is going to learn who he’s playing with. I grab my laptop from under my bed and unarm my bedroom window.

Me: Got a car?

Magic: Your question insults me.

Ocean: I don’t like this. What am I supposed to do? Hover outside with a drone?

Me: If you want.

I can picture Ocean glaring at the message, but I know that’s what she’s going to do. She won’t be able to help herself. It’s easy enough for me to slip out. A car is waiting the same as it was the other night.

The driver doesn’t ask questions, already knowing where I want to go.