An hour and a half of being locked up in a doggy cage and listening to Isabelle’s unrelenting barks brought Tiff’s headache back with a feverish new gusto. “Are you ready to call Robert now?” Tiff asked, slowly massaging her temples. “We’re gonna get out of this, Tiff. Don’t worry about it.” Tiff heard Candy reply from behind the beige plastic wall of another cage. “Don’t worry about it? What do you think? That they’re just gonna to let us go?” “No, but…” An empty can of Bud flew over the co...