Alles war so perfekt ausgedacht. Das Mikrophon in seinem Büro, das sie angebracht hatte, als sie ihn verhört hatte. Schoester hatte sie bestechen wo...len, doch sie hatte empört abgelehnt. Den Termin hatte sie von Hinrich, einem etwas debilen ehemaligen Türsteher des Clubs, dem sie für nur 100 Mark alles aus der Nase gezogen hatte. Nun stand sie in diesem miesen Club. Erst am Wochenende ist hier wieder was los, dachte sie. "Wie habt Ihr das herausbekommen, daß ich Sie heute auffliegen lassen. I am high tech shoplifting. My cart is loaded with miss-markedgoods labeled with counterfeit bar codes that Cesar and I have printed athome, and surreptitiously substituted for the Target's. Isaac Mizrahi topsfor $4.99? Ridiculous, I agree, but that is what the new label says. Andthat is what I will gladly pay with the drug money that I am laundering,and multiplying for MS-13. Mara will sell the Mizrahi's on E-Bay for $20. The proceeds will go intoPay Pal accounts Mara has set up for the. Muddle-headedly grateful, she fumbled the door open and stumbled into the hall, wincing at the higher decibel level. Music pounded downstairs.She was so messed up. Had Gunther fed her something besides beer and weed? She knew about date-rape drugs and how lots of older girls got fed them in their drinks at parties. But that was college-age girls, not 10th graders. None of her friends had ever been roofied.Hand on the wall for balance, Rebecca approached the stairs and gazed down, bleary-eyed.. It had started when we spent Memorial Day with my parents. They had installed a croquet setup — which Mom and Kris played nude — and Kris was determined to have one of our own. So we do. And like my parents’, it’s bent grass. Kris even had to buy a special lawnmower used on golf greens to keep it appropriately trimmed.Anyway, Mom and her granddaughters were playing, nude, of course. She played against the two girls because of her experience and the girls’ lack of it. For about two hours, all.