“Not a penny lost.

The criminal charges are out of my hands — that’s the DA’s call.

Given the amount, we’re looking at a felony.”

Right on cue, a flatbed tow truck rumbled up the driveway, amber lights flashing.

The driver, unbothered by the drama, hooked his winch to the undercarriage of the red Jeep.

Presley wailed from the curb as her status symbol was dragged away; Doreen didn’t even look, furiously texting, trying to line up a lawyer for herself.