Their plan was simple, really: serve Kyle a breastmilk tainted pie, then spread out. The blaring sirens and police cars around the building were a big indication that they wouldn't be able to do it.
"What happened here?" Willa asked a cop.
"Where's Kyle?" Flynne added.
"I can't tell you anything. All I'll say is that Kyle isn't gonna be eating that pie anytime soon." the officer explained.
The amazons gasped as they saw two bags being wheeled out of the house and a red stain on the sidewalk.
"If you don't mind, we've got an investigation under way." the cop replied.
"Here. You boys will need to keep your strength up." Willa said as she handed the officer the pie. He put it in the cruiser without question.
The two kept on walking.
"Now what?" Willa asked.
"We could try Clayton's house." Flynne suggested. "That creep's given my wife one oogle too many."
"Personally, it's those Morrison boys under my skin. Twenty-five pranks on me is more than enough." Willa grumbled.
"Flip a coin?" Flynne asked.
"I call heads." Willa answered.
And so the coin was tossed.