Chapter 3: Heart StealerWalking hazily into her kitchen the next morning, Tori was faced with the slinky remnants of the night before. The empty glasses, the rum, the watermarks on the table, the tea towel Addison had used to wipe them both up. She couldn’t help but feel smug about the situation; she was extremely proud of herself.
Her coffee machine was just kicking into action when she spotted a police car outside Jo’s house next door. She chucked on some sliders, tightened her kimono, and quickly shuffled over to her neighbour’s house to find out what was going on.
“Oh Tori, someone managed to break in whilst I was out last night, and they’ve stolen my great grandma’s ruby necklace!” Jo sobbed. “It was beautiful, priceless. I don’t know if you ever saw it, but it was a heart shape, on
