The ride took forty minutes in the afternoon traffic, dropping us off in front of Barry’s Costume Shop at a little after five. Much to my dismay, Barry’s shop was closed, the windows dark. “What are we doing here?” Izzy asked, glaring at the brick and mortar storefront. “Damn it,” I said. “The shop’s closed.” She shot me a knowing smirk. “Ruined your weekend plans, huh?” “What?” “Since you haven’t told me why we’re here,” she brushed her finger along the side of her face, “I’m assuming it’s in order to pick up a costume for you for this weekend. Something slutty, I bet. Maybe a sexy nurse?” “Funny.” She shrugged. “I thought so.” Ignoring her continued amusement, I rattled the doorknob attached to the sturdy locked door. The sensible thing to do was walk away, returning to investigate another day. Since no one had ever called me especially sensible, I took out my lock picks and went to work. “What’re you doing?” Izzy screeched as I fiddled with the lock.
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