Chapter 11

“Okay, so remember the plan: walk in like you belong, smile and acknowledge some people, charm out the location of the evidence room, head straight there, get the phone, and clone it into this,” Don recited, holding up the new phone he got this morning and adjusting the fake mustache he had on. 

Today was officially the day I went nuts. Don and I were on stage one in the plan to get to Amelia’s phone again. The second I agreed to accompany him, Don went on a shopping spree for police uniforms. Of course, they were quite difficult to procure from both the mall and online, so he went to an adult store and purchased two pairs from the kinky couple’s collection together with a most wonderful set of handcuffs. The inappropriateness of it all killed any form of desire I might have felt wearing sex clothes with Don, and all I could do was pray this turned out fine.

“You forgot to add the part where we finish the job and get the hell out of there as fast as we can,” I told