A jail in Rhode Island- Sunday evening

Over the last few years, Jaye had accumulated quite the rap sheet. Shoplifting (she'd gotten good enough to not get caught anymore), hit and run, vandalism... And it was all because of those stupid talky animals.

This time was absolutely no different.

In fact, the guard who let her go make her one phone call even greeted her with "Hey, Jaye." She gave him an irritated little wave and dialed the number she knew by heart, even in this age of speed dial. ( and so it goes )