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“Is she shaped like a bobblehead? All tiny down the bottom and then massive boobies and a big head with really big blonde hair?” Mira cuts in, leaning back to look at me, which sends a weird thrill through my body, that she would look at me rather than my Pres or brothers.

“Yeah, that sounds like her. But with really bad makeup. Like no thought to contouring or blending,” Nitro says, all of us turning to stare.

“Um, yeah she was there the whole time we were shopping. I like people watching and she was there lurking. And smirking,” Mira says, drawing our attention away from Nitro and his apparent makeup knowledge.

“If Whitney took them they’re probably on the way to Roxburgh and that club she works at with the dodgy boss. The bunnies aren’t clever enough to pull this shit off on their own,” Wire states then turns his attention to the Ol Ladies. “Exactly how long ago were they taken? I’ll be able to approximate where they could be based on how long of a head start they’ve had.”

The Ol Ladies debate if it was half hour ago they were taken or slightly longer. Wire pulls up a map and we all stare at it, pointing out where on the road they could be.

“Why don’t you just check Chewy’s tracker?” Pops asks in a bored tone.

“Fuck! You’re right.” Tav yells, pulling up his phone, “I gave Blanche a tracker necklace for Christmas for reasons just like this. I can’t believe I forgot,” he mumbles.

“Why didn’t you give her an implant you cheapskate?” Pops frowns.

“She’s pregnant, so we wanted to wait til baby comes. And she wants to know whether it’ll give her cancer or something in the long run,” Tav murmurs, tapping away on his phone.

“She’ll be fine. I’ve had one for years and I’m healthy as an ox!”

“A little too healthy,” Rhodie mumbles, earning a glare from Pops.

Tav taps a few more things on his phone and frowns. “You said they were going to chat to Whitney, yeah?”

“Yup. They were headed straight for her in the mall food court,” Ana answers.

Marx holds his finger up and takes out his phone. He puts it on speaker, holding it so we can all hear Takoda answer.

“Prospect, how many bunnies are inside their apartment?”

“All four.”

How can all four be there if Whitney has Chewy and Blanche? Mira must think the same thing because she frowns up at me.

“How long have all four been home?” Marx questions.

“Three of them were in when I took my post. Whitney was dropped off around 7 minutes ago carrying bags from the mall.”

Marx’s eyes narrow. “Know who dropped her off?”

“A greasy, scrawny looking guy, figured it’s her new man.”

“Same guy I’ve seen her with,” I add.

“Thanks Takoda,” Marx hangs up.

“This scrawny new man of hers look something like this?” Wire turns his laptop around, a mugshot of Whitney’s new man filling up the screen.

“Yeah, that’s the one. Drives like he thinks he’s in Fast and Furious.”

“Who the fuck is he, Wire?” Rhodie asks, gently rocking Chomper.

“This, brothers and Ol Ladies, is the owner of Spinners and a whole lot of other seedy shit. David Brian Tiffany. Or Big D on the streets.”

“David Brian Tiffany? No wonder he grew up to be an asshole.” Flack says.

“Right, we got Whitney fucking Big D and we know she’s not one to keep her mouth shut if there’s something in it for her. We’ve also got Whitney lurking at the mall and we’ve got two missing Ol Ladies. Got a hit on their location yet, Tav?”

“Well, if you’re thinking that Whitney was a distraction and her new boss boyfriend has taken my Ol Lady and my sister, thenyou better think again. They’re not headed toward Roxburgh.” Tav says, eyes on the little screen of his phone.

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