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ALEX CALLOWAY
If you don’t respond, I’m calling the cops and giving them your location.
PENNY ROBINSON
Chill, A. She’s down the street. If Carla needs to go kick down a door, she can.
CARLA MONTGOMERY
Ocupado, mis amigos.
VIC MONTERRO
Since when do you speak Spanish? That was horrible. The feminine is ocupada.
What are you doing besides snuggling with snorterino? You said you couldn’t brunch this morning.
CARLA MONTGOMERY
Avoiding her vicious gas.
ALEX CALLOWAY
Back to the topic at hand.
Piper?
Piper?
Piper Giovanna Delmonico Davis, I swear to fucking god.
The last message was sent just a minute ago, and I send a .GIF of someone hiding under a pile of leaves, locking it back up and looking around the room I’m in. It’s all so…clean. Clean lines, clean space. Grays and whites and blacks, just like the rest of the house I’d seen. A low, sleek leather sectional stretches across the dark living room floor, centered around a coffee table that looks like it was cut from a solid block of steel. On one wall is a shelf of books, beautifully organized in shades of monochrome with brutalist bookends and small statues, like a Homegoods and a nuclear bunker had a baby. On the other wall, a sleek gray inset bar gleams like it could make me a cocktail itself. If this is the living room, I wonder what the rest of the house looks like.
Hell, he made himself at home while I was asleep. What’s the worst I could do?
A lot, actually. I could doa lotas a clumsy bitch.
The floor is cold under my bare feet when I make my way back toward the front door, where I know the staircase, dining room, and office are, based on my short observation the night before. The dining room is just as modern as the living space, a black table layered with pre-set dishes and silverware like it’s ready for a dinner party at any moment. I snort to myself. Aside from the lack of personal touches, this is my mother’s dream. A house ready for entertaining.
When I peer inside the office, past its frosted french doors, it’s relatively empty. Based on the way it’s laid out, I’d be willing to bet that it was Olivia’s space. There are still a few nails in the wall here and there, and in the corner, white plastic tubs are stacked, some of the only clutter I’ve seen so far. If you can call that disorder. I close the doors softly behind me, and pad back to the kitchen to let Roscoe in, and he happily slops at a self-filling water bowl while I check my messages again.
Group Text (4)Alex, Carla, Penny, Vic
VIC MONTERRO
She lives!
CARLA MONTGOMERY
Status report?
PENNY ROBINSON
We need deets!
ALEX CALLOWAY
Do I need to pack up Mickie and head over to beat some wholesale ass?
