’m not saying this is Sawyer’s fault,” the prim and proper one said delicately. “But.”

Mackie waited for her to say more. The young lady, however, seemed to consider that a full sentence.

“It was an accident! You can’t arrest someone for an accident!” That, from the one who literally looked like a Disney princess come to life.

“Clearly, Sadie-Grace, they can.”

“But it was only maybe ten percent on purpose!”

“Girls,” Mackie said in what he hoped passed for a stern voice. “One at a time. And start from the beginning.”

“The beginning.” The coquette of the group—the one who’d blessed his heart—sashayed forward. “I, for one, couldn’t begin to say where this began. Could you, Lily?”

The calm, well-mannered one weathered that blow predictably calmly and with predictably good manners. The lock picker, however, seemed to take umbrage. Her eyes narrowed at Miss I-Couldn’t-Begin-To-Say.

“Now that I think about it,” the coy instigator continued, “I do seem to remember something.…”

The lock picker stepped forward. Her white-gloved hands started to curl themselves into white-gloved fists.

Oh no, Mackie thought. This could get ugly.