So the bitches were alive.

That was probably for the best. At least this way there would be no need for the police to become involved. If i was lucky, the three of them would need to spend a nice, long, time in the hospital, and hopefully Jamie wasn't the only one who would need mental treatment. 

But my necklace had been sold. I needed to do something about that - but what?

My idea was a ridiculous one, but I decided to try it all the same.

I went into the nearest bathroom and closed the door. I wasn't brave enough to try my plan in the dark, so I turned on the light before standing in front of the mirror.

"I don't know if you can hear me," I whispered, "But if you're in there, please... bring my necklace back to me!"

If anyone caught me doing this, I would be headed to a mental ward, too.