The Sisters walked out into the dark summer evening, each busy with her own thoughts, until Myra said, “I think I just got the brush-off.”

“I think you did, too, dear,” Annie said. “What are you going to do about it?”

Six very ripe and unorthodox suggestions followed Annie’s question, all of which sent Myra off into gales of laughter. The one Myra liked best was where they had Avery Snowden bring Gaston, the tattoo artist, to the mountain under cover of darkness after they drugged Charles with enough of something to fell an ox so Gaston could do some artwork on Charles’s nether regions. “Let’s do it, but not until we finish our mission.”

“Myra, I love the way you think. Can we watch?” Annie asked, clapping her hands together in excitement.

“Annie, my dear, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Myra said.

“When we corner Bonnie and Clyde, what are we going to do with them?” Nikki asked, bringing matters back to hand. “What kind of punishment are we going to mete out?”

“Let’s get a snack and meet up in our common room and kick it around. I have a few ideas,” Annie said. “Good ones!”

While the Sisters were kicking around suitable punishments, Jack Emery was banging on the door of Harry Wong’s dojo. At his feet were Harry’s belongings, along with the paperwork and check Lizzie had left for him to give to Harry.

Harry appeared in the dim light and peered out at Jack. “What? Don’t you ever sleep, Jack? What’s with this nocturnal visit?”

“You’re so damn ungrateful, Harry. I’m returning your belongings because I care about you and didn’t want you sleeping directly on the floor. And to return your cell phone, which you left at the house. I also come bearing messages from the mountain and one in particular from Yoko, who said she was going to kick your ass all the way to Kentucky. I didn’t even know Yoko knew where Kentucky was, but that’s where you’re going when she gets hold of you.”

Harry’s arm snaked through the door, and a second later, Jack was sliding across the slick floor. “What the hell…Now I’m going to have blisters on my ass. What the hell is wrong with you, Harry?”

“That was for breaking my damn door.”

“How’d you expect me to get your stuff, you dumb shit! You were sitting barefoot on the curb in your Armani suit when I got here. You didn’t even have your toothbrush. I got you your toothbrush. And, you asshole, you even thanked me for getting you all your stuff. I want an apology,” Jack blustered.

“Climb in the window like any other burglar. Thanks for bringing my stuff back,” Harry said grudgingly. “Are you telling me the truth about Yoko?” His tone was so worried, Jack enjoyed the moment.

“Would I lie about something that stick of dynamite would say? In case you don’t know it, I’m almost as scared of her as you are. You got some major sucking up to do, buddy, and I can’t wait to see it. Serves you right, you ungrateful…terrorist.”