The teenage girls encircled their prey like vultures and began to chant the words, "Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Ooga Chugga! Sacrifice!"

Blind gritted his teeth. His scowl causing his brow to furrow. "A ritualistic sacrifice? Are these girls some kind of tribe?"

"Of course they are," Mina replied. "The most brutal and inhumane tribe there is: Switchies."

Blind shook his head in disbelief. "Basic pop music causes this kind of barbaric behavior? Makes me wish I was deaf instead!"

"Oh you won't be deaf!" the leader of the girls lisped with an ominous smirk stretched across her face. "You'll be deadth!"

The suburban tribe of white girls advanced with their prized records in hand, ready to bash the couple to death with their wax. But before they could carry out their sordid deed, a husky voice shouted, "Hold it!"

Mina looked u. She realized it was the tough-cookie police chief of undetermined age. Chief Rita O'Law grinned boisterously with a dim look in her eyes. "If you kill or maim this girl," she said pointing to Mina. "She won't be able to defend your handsome Himbolake in court."

"What the what?" The leader of the teenage girls stuttered. "She's a–"

Mina boldly placed her hands on her hips. "An Attorney. And yes! I plan on getting your sweet Dustin free on no charges…except being handsome!"

A visible change came over the crowd. Many clasped their hands over their chests, imagining their dreamboat walking free. "Oh please!" the leader of them begged. "Free Dustin!"

Chief O'Law pursed her made-up lips. "Why do you think this honey went to law school?"

"Well…" Mina said looking up. "Other than my tragic backstor-ouch!"

Blind elbow her in the rib. Chad's demise would have to go unheeded by a bunch of vapid teenage girls.

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"Wellth then," the leader of the girls lisped. She took her fingers and pointed them right at Mina's eye sockets. "You better get him a completely clean verdict…or it will be your perfectly correct teeth"

Mina shivered from the intimidating glare, but the leader of the girls snapped, "Girls, the sacrificial bonfire is off!"

There were sighs of disappointment, but much to Mina and Blind's relief, the girls got back in line. The chief pulled her hand forward to invite the recently rescued sacrifices into her office before there was another attempt at a feeding ritual.

"By the way," the chief winked at the girls. "After that incident, these two are gonna need to shake it off. Heh, Taylor Switch joke."

She was met with the grins of several brace faces.

Pushing through the doors, Mina blew out a sigh of relief. "My lawdy, chief. Thank heavens you are such a cool mom!"

"Hey now," Rita said. "I may look tough, but don't think I don't have any experience with kids or their trends. I was a Pray Hill girl myself back in my day! Kinda like Switchmania but before the internet!"

"Before the internet?" Mina blinked. "You mean prehistoric times?"

Blind chuckled. "What a space brain you have, my dear. Now look alive. We have ourselves a high profile case."

He grabbed her hand and she squeezed it tight. With the best boyfriend in the biz, she could handle any profile case. Low, high or somewhere in between.

The chief led them to the detention center. Mina expected Mr. Himbolake to be alone, but when they reached him, his mana-jerk, Penny Cilan was standing there…along with another man

Wearing a jean jacket, a grey tank top and designer jeans, Penny Cilan looked like one hard-rear end. Her blonde hair was tied back in a neat pony tail, she wore an earpiece like a secret service member, and most suspiciously, she sported jet black sunglasses

"She's wearing dark shades," Mina said, narrowing her eyes. "Already seems…shady."

"Or she could be blind," her vision impaired boyfriend added.

Mina giggled nervously and squeezed his hand. "Oopsie. It could be that too."

The man standing beside Ms. Cilan seemed equally sus. Especially when it came to his getup. He looked about forty with sun bleached brown skin and a receding hairline. Despite that, he was well built, muscular and very short. He sported a leather jacket, matching leather pants and dark shades too. A singular stud earring dotted his ear. To Mina, his rough demeanor made him resemble D. Vito from the Pacific Islands.

"Miss Attorney?" Ms. Cilan asked coldly. "You missed your punctual appointment with Mr. Himbolake by one minute and thirty two seconds. I'm afraid I have deemed you unfit and have pencilled you in for never. Mr. Himbolake will need to get a new attorney."