3rd Person
“Eve, what have you done?” A man’s voice penetrated the thin walls of the pups’ prison, reaching their young ears as easily as water through a sieve.
“I know that voice!” Riley exclaimed, “It’s the ‘tective!”
“Shh,” Parker hushed her, “I want to hear!”
“I did what anyone with half a brain would,” Eve told her lover, glancing at the cellar door where Jane’s brats were locked safe and sound. “They walked right into my hands, I would have been a fool to turn such a golden opportunity down.” A golden opportunity was putting it mildly. It had been an absolute blessing. She didn’t have any particular plans when she went to Ethan’s home, only to watch and try to figure out what to do next. Then the little idiots walked out the door like lambs to the slaughter. It had been only to
