French Heartbreakers

Handle Your Business

Larry's POV:
"Oh my god! I'm on my way, right now!" I panicked and hung up the phone.

I quickly hopped out of Mya's bed.

"Larry, what's wrong?" Mya asked.
"I got an emergency at my place. I gotta go." I replied as I looked around for my clothes.

When I found my clothes, they were still soaking wet. I turned to Mya and asked if she had any baggy clothes. Thank god she did. As I ran towards the door, I heard Mya call my name. I stopped and gave her my attention.

"I love you." Mya softly said with glistening eyes.

I blew her a kiss and ran out of her place. When I arrived at the mansion, four police cars were parked in the front. I ran pass the police cars screaming,

"LAURENT!"

Two officers stopped me and said,

"Hey! You can't go in there! It's a crime scene!"
"I know. I live here. Where's my twin brother, Laurent?"

Laurent came out of the house, running towards me.

"Hey, hey! Let him go. That's my twin brother I was telling you about." Laurent explained.

The officers let me go. As I looked at the mansion, I didn't see any visible damage.

"Laurent, didn't you say someone broke into the house?" I questioned.
"Yeah." Laurent replied.
"Then, how did they do that and not damage anything?" I sarcastically questioned.
"I'll show you. Come here." Laurent upsettingly said and marched in the house.

I followed him. As we walked passed the living room and kitchen, nothing appeared to be out of place. I was confused. Very confused.

"Laurent, what kind of person breaks into a mansion and takes nothing? That doesn't makes sense!" I yelled.
"Shut up and look!" Laurent yelled and pointed to the garage.

We walked into the garage and what I saw next made me breathless. Someone vandalized Laurent's BMW. The windows was cracked. Doors were scratched up. And the leather seats was cut up. I covered my mouth and slowly walked around the car. I couldn't believe my eyes. An officer walked into the garage and said,

"Hello, gentlemen. I'm officer Martin Killingsworth. I need to talk you two and ask a few questions."

Once we gave the officer our attention, he asked us questions.

"We checked the alarm system. And it wasn't activated. I would like to know why." Officer Killingsworth asked.
"For real? That can't be. I turned on the alarm before I went to bed." Laurent replied.

Unfortunately, I had the answer to that question.

"When I left last night, I forgot to activate the alarm. I'm so sorry, lau." I added.
"You're sorry? No, my car is sorry! This is all your fault!" Laurent yelled.
"I said I was sorry!" I yelled back.
"HEY! HEY!" The officer shouted.

Laurent and I stopped yelling at each other and straightened up.

"Did you happen to see the perpetrator, Laurent?" Officer Killingsworth asked.
"No, sir." Laurent answered.

Another officer came into the garage and grabbed Mr. Killingsworth attention.

"Mr. Killingsworth, we've managed to get an image of the suspect from one of the security cameras." The other officer mentioned.
"This is officer Mr. Ford." Mr. Killingsworth introduced.

Laurent and I went along with the two officers to view the video. As watched the video, Mr. Ford described what he saw.

"It appears to be a petite woman with long blonde hair. Maybe weighing one hundred and thirty pounds. She's dressed in all black."