Angel says with a weary sigh. I don’t have time to argue with her. I need to go to the bar and shake some sense into Chelsea, then drag her back here with me. My patience with my two girls has grown so thin tonight, it’s nonexistent. The officers are finishing up processing the scene, and my dingbat sister hasn’t called back. What part of ‘I was worried and there was a damn break-in’ did she not comprehend? “Get your coat, Angel.” She doesn’t argue or fight me on it. She just nods and lowers her eyes. Mrs. Peters pats Angel’s arm. “Just leave Miss Molly with me. We’ll keep each other company until you get back.” We’re about to leave when Chelsea finally calls me back. Before I can even yell at her, she tells me there’s been a break-in at the bar, too. I confer briefly with the officers, letting them know about the second breech, and they assure me they’ll speak with the neighboring precinct right away. Yeah right. Then I hurry Angel to my Denali and break every speed limit between the townhouse and the bar, arriving in record time.
