The pink convertible pulled up in front of MBL HQ. The young man behind the wheel parked it across two spaces; he'd never got the hang of parallel parking. The valet would move it soon enough.
"I can't wait to show everyone my new dresses!" Nuriko gushed.
"It seems kind of quiet," said Tommy. "Think anyone's home?"
Then he saw the note on the door. "What's this?"
"Maybe they went out for coffee or something," Nuriko mused. "I hope my pass key still works."
Just as she went to swipe it in the lock . . .
