Tracking down Misty

"Any idea where Misty works?"

"Why?" asked Karen.

"Just wondering what kind of idiot would hire her. She could not have gotten a good recommendation."

"She's a waitress at that fancy Italian place on Corville Avenue last I heard."

"Oh, hmmm, seems like the owner of that place would have done more to you know like background checks and stuff."

"Well, she's just a waitress, and I know it galls her she has to work while she waits to get her hands on Daryl's money."

"Probably some blonde bimbo," I said.

"No, long wavy brown hair, tall with fake tits though."

"Well, I hope everything works out for your family," I said. We hugged and kissed, and I went on my way.

The next day I staked out the Casa di Venezia until I spotted someone who fit Misty's description. I quickly made my way to her before she got out of the parking lot and into the restaurant and activated the green button.

Misty froze.

"Misty, your lawyer is an idiot. You know you can represent yourself in court against Daryl. When you go to court, you will wear your highest heels, shortest skirt, and a tight top with no bra. If the judge says anything negative about the way you are dressed, call the judge a stupid prude and order the judge to find in your favor. Also, to prove how sexy you are, you must seduce as many college aged boys as possible, and you love to dress and act like a horny college girl at college bars." I took a breath. I knew I had some time left for one or two more commands.