do i sense a plan, deputy chief johnson? (daphne for brenda)
this was bad. and while the blonde would indefinitely find a way to spin the narrative that was justified within her mind, the reprimand that would be handed down from the brunette was enough to make her the hair on the back of neck stand. " oh, shoot! shoot! shoot! let me think - " it’s whispered in an annoyance as fingertips press to forehead. bodies remained crouched behind the oversized sofa in the living room of her ex-husband's house. unfortunately, and unbeknownst to them, the surveillance had been extremely off with timing. the sound of fritz entertaining his date echoed throughout the house, as the blonde quickly looked for the easiest way out without suspicion. after all, she was not leaving without the cat currently tucked away in her oversized handbag. " i’m just gonna give him a call, and while he is distracted, we can go out the back door. it slides - it will be quiet! " brenda whispers. hand pulling out the small cellphone, that was still not simple enough for her, and dialing the numbers to his work phone. "what does she look like?"
