Hoping that Chief Harris subscribed to the “If I can’t see you, you can’t see me,” school of thought, I kept my eyes locked on my feet and brushed past him and into the room. Because I was looking down, I didn’t see Mrs. Berns until it was too late. I knocked her to the ground, where I first noticed that she was shirtless. I grabbed a blanket from the nearby chair to cover what was an admittedly nicer bra than any I owned. “Stop it—I got this,” she hissed to me as I helped her up, pushing me to the side. I watched with a cross between horror and admiration as she continued what was certainly a seduction to distract the police chief from my absence. “So, Chief Bob, as I was explaining before Mira so rudely interrupted us, I find that yoga greatly increases my flexibility and stamina.” She smiled slyly before dropping into what was supposed to be Downward Facing Dog but came across more as Canine In Heat.
