One week later, Sister Mayhem's team sat around a table in a Manhattan jazz club, talking and laughing as a singer performed in the spotlight onstage.
"Here's to another job well done." Gus raised his glass, and the rest of the team did the same. "Que bueno."
"I'll drink to that." As Kay lifted her own glass, her shoulder ached where Sheila had shot her. It would take some time for the wound to heal.
"How many losses does this make?" said Max.
"Zero!" Lillian banged her glass into his.
"Not a one!" Jack tapped his glass against Lillian's and flashed her a brilliant smile. He ended up with soda spilled down his sleeve when Max bashed his drink away from Lillian's with a heave of his big mug of beer.
"No perro can beat this team!" said Gus. "The jealousy of our resident oso gra
