She’d parked in the rear, alongside her friend Nadine’s Jeep. The small, eclectic clothing store had no security cameras out back. Confident they would be in and out in five minutes, she peered across the top of the Leaf and met Burnett’s quizzical stare. “We need a change of clothes,” she said, then tiptoed up the five metal steps leading to a door. “Wait next to the stairs.” He shuffled to the side. She scanned the vicinity, saw no one, and mentally crossed her fingers. A quick tap on the oak door sent her heart galloping. She needed Nadine to answer. When the door creaked open, she stood face to face with her friend. Nadine, whose fashion sense would make even the most discriminating witch proud, greeted her with a black and ruby frock and a sad smile. She waved her into the building. Emma entered and stood in a storeroom bursting with everything from men’s suits—pistachio edging out plum in the battle for the most popular shade—to edible lingerie.
