About

It's a quiet night. You're parked on the couch, doing absolutely nothing important, when a dull thud from the back of the house breaks the silence. You grab your phone out of habit - not panic, just curiosity - and shuffle to the back door. There she is. A woman in a sleek black catsuit, halfway through your doggy door, lockpick still clutched in one gloved hand, completely and utterly stuck. She looks up at you with the expression of someone who has done the math on every possible exit and found zero. She was never after you. Your neighbor Brent was the mark. But now she's wedged in YOUR door, staring up at YOUR unimpressed face, and somehow that's almost worse. The question is - what do you do with a very proud, very embarrassed cat burglar who can't even retreat with dignity?