Cara slipped into the uniform in the store's backroom while Farrah paced outside, muttering to herself. Moments later, Cara stepped out, tugging the hem of her shirt into place.
Farrah gave her a once-over and said,
"We're good to go. Let's get this over with."
Cara held up a hand to stop her. "Wait. We can't just storm in there without a plan. Is she still working right now?"
"Yeah, but her shift's about to end. So whatever we're doing, we need to move fast," Farrah said, her impatience evident.
Cara thought for a moment, her eyes narrowing. "You're on good terms with her, right?"
Farrah nodded. "Yes, I am. She even goes to my father's church."
"Perfect," Cara said, her mind racing. "Find a way to get her outside. I'll strike before she knows what's happening."