Brace yourself for a throwback. It’s kind of like a Tears for Fears video in there.” Carmen was already talking a mile a minute. The moment Mona told her she was on the bus on the way over, Carmen’s texts had quadrupled. Now, as Mona stepped off the bus and into a quick hug, Carmen didn’t slow her pace, though her voice was rough and deep around its edges, as if she’d been talking a lot.
“Tears for Fears?” Mona asked. “Were you even alive for that?”
Carmen nudged Mona. “Admittedly, no, but I did go to a lot of eighties dance parties in my youth. And it’s in the ‘Head Over Heels’ video where they walk into a library and make it rain with index cards, right?” When Mona nodded, Carmen went on. “Well, I think our perp also drew inspiration. It kind of looks like that in our office. And all t
