I look up from my illicit activity at the powerful woman standing above me. Knowing that no lie will readily appease her, I push the still locked trunk aside. "It would appear that I have been caught red-handed cousin," I say, standing and slipping my lockpicks back into a pocket of my shorts.

The lockpicks stashed, my hand does not return empty. Instead, I have armed myself with a small syringe full of clear liquid. Using only the fingers of that right hand, I slip the cap off of the attached 25 gauge needle. "Come on then cuz, I've got enough ketamine to put even you down."

In a flash, I jab the needle toward Marigay.