Theodore
Team: Sneaky Little Scribes
Red was a pushy dame, and I knew it spelled trouble when she barged through my office door. With her puffy eyes and blotchy cheeks, I could tell she’d been crying. In all my years, I’d never seen a gal with a look like that in her eye. She and I had argued earlier, and so I knew whatever brought her slinking back must have been serious. My partner got caught in the crosshairs and had yet to return. I looked back at Red and frowned.
She was a pretty little thing, saucy and wearing a snappy outfit—crisp and coordinated. Her blonde hair and brown eyes suited her, despite her name. Still, our argument tasted fresh and I was tempted to turn her away.
I didn’t.
The thing was, that dame and I had history. We didn’t always get along—she was hot-headed, and
