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When I finished the roll, I stepped back to admire my work. Jessica was bound with the entire roll of sparkly pink zebra tape. She twisted, trying to escape.
“She looks like a very stylish mummy,” Mya said.
“Get her in the car,” I said, opening the door for Muffin to toss Jessica in. Amazingly we hadn’t attracted a crowd. I didn’t want to push my luck.
“Now what?” Mya asked once Jessica was deposited.
“I guess we take her to the police,” I said. “Call Caleb and have him meet us there.”
“Why me?” Mya asked.
“Because he won’t answer my call,” I replied.
“Maybe I should drive,” Mya said, watching as I hobbled to the driver’s side.
“I’ll be fine.”
“It’s your right ankle,” she said with hands fisted on her hips. “You won’t be fine. You’ll end up in an accident.”
“I’ll drive,” Muff
