It was about a month after the Met Gala heist. While everyone was content with their lives, Lou was feeling uneasy.

Among the six other women, only Nineball (who the girls now call "Lesssslie"), remained living in Lou's loft, because she didn't want to intrude her sister and boyfriend since they were living in her apartment. Tammy had gone back to her kids in her suburban home, and now a director, Daphne had her hands full; Amita moved out of her mother's house and rejoiced at her newfound freedom; Rose is gathering quite a fortune from her new clothing line. No one really knows where Constance lives, but she still checks in at Lou's once in awhile.

But Lou is anxious.

The four women: Amita, Constance, Nineball, and Rose were hanging out at Lou's loft, but there's one usual face missing.

"Has anyone seen Debbie?" Lou asked the room full of women, with a hint of worry in her voice. She hasn't heard from Debbie for over 16 hours.

"Wasn't she out running some errands?" Constance asked.

"Well, I haven't heard from her for a long time. Something's wrong." Lou puts her hand on her nose bridge and presses it. Hard.

Before Debbie went missing, she and Lou had an argument.

"I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!" Debbie roars and turns around, facing Lou.

"And you didn't think of ASKING ME FOR HELP?" Lou yelled back.

"I don't need help." Debbie's voice was dangerously low.

"Of course. You work alone." Lou sighed.

"I just need you to understand. Sometimes I work better on my own." Debbie said.

"Fine. I get it. Suit yourself." Lou turned around and left, leaving Debbie alone in the living room.

"Where do you think she could've gone?" Amita asks Lou.

"I-I don't know. The last time I saw her, we had...a disagreement." Lou sits down on one of her many sofa chairs.

"Look, there's something on the floor." Constance pointed. Lou stood up from her chair. then bent over to pick it up. It was a note from Debbie.

Lou, we need to talk.

Lou sighed and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Wait, hold on. I have a tracker installed on her phone." Nineball offers.

"And you didn't think to mention this sooner?" Lou suddenly exploded with anger, her Australian accent booming through the room.

It was silent. No one had ever seen Lou get this mad before.

"Whoa, hey Lou, calm down alright? Leslie'll get her thing going and we'll find her." Constance says softly as she puts a hand on her shoulder.

After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Nineball looked up from the computer screen. "Y'all, I got some bad news."

"What is it?" Amita asked.

"You were right," she looked over at Constance. "Debbie was picking something up at the post office.." She turned the laptop around so the women could see. On the screen was a surveillance footage of Debbie, walking towards the counter elegantly as she picked up a package from someone unknown.

"Okay...that looks normal, right?" Constance said.

"No, wait. Look." Nineball clicked a few buttons, and another surveillance footage pops up.

The group gasps as they watch Debbie get taken away through the computer screen.