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"You can't do this to me! Do you know who I am? My father is very rich and ...HMMMBBLLLL!!!" Catherine Mason, the Pink Pussycat, was still hissing and spewing venom as I tied the gag around her head.
"You were going to leave me at the Parkside Basketball courts, chained to the goalposts, Pussycat. I'd say leaving you here in front of the police station is fair. I'd run you inside, but there's another call for me!" I set the bag containing her costume, tools and other evidence far out of reach.
I snapped a couple of pics for my scrapbook, then with a cheery, "Tata, for now" I flew toward the screaming bank alarms, just as the first cops burst out of the precinct.