“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
“Two strangers are trying to steal things inside—,”
“We can explain,” Monique tried to convince, but the woman who greeted them was seething in rage that the veins in her neck were almost popping. She literally ignored their pleas to keep her from calling the cops and what was worse was she was holding a large butcher knife. If they came closer, she could hurt them. Or kill them.
“I’m Monica’s sister!” she desperately yelled, which made the woman end her call. Her black eyes scrutinised her carefully, her eyes turning into slits. She was an Asian woman, probably of Korean descent. She had pale white skin and dyed brown hair. She didn’t have a deep set of eyes. A typical Korean beauty.
She tilted her head sideways. “But it’s still against the law for brea
