Chapter Thirty-Two
The Break-In
“To break in requires force to break out require know how—unless you’re a pimple.”—Woody
Bunnie stared at Patsy’s text, then turned to Don. “There’s been a break-in.”
“What again?” said Don. “Told you; you should call the police.”
“I’m not having them rummaging through my personals.”
Don tutted. “Police don’t rummage.”
“What about Izzie?” said Mex.
“Izzie’s OK.” Bunnie looked at Don. “In case you were wondering.”
“Izzie’s always OK,” he muttered.
“Thank heavens,” muttered Mex.
Bunnie looked up from the text. “She said it was a woman with a beehive.”
“Beehive?” said Mex. She looked at Pete.
“What do you mean a beehive?” said Don.
“There is more than one beehive, ma’am,” muttered Pete.
“In purple leather with a whip?” said Bunnie.
“Not so sure
