CHAPTER ELEVEN
I should call the police. A suspicious bag with dirty clothes and blood stains? Three missing assistants, Mig! What if the scarves are not Mackenzie’s? Oh God.
“Margaret? Something is wrong?”
I can’t tell Gerald. He’s basically a witness, and I’m not entirely sure of his visa status. I know he’s trying to bring his family over from India. He can’t get mixed up in this.
“Do you go to the gym?” I ask.
“Yes, all the time. I sit all day. Not healthy for heart.”
“Do you—have you ever hurt yourself? I mean have you ever gotten blood—”
“Oh yes, sure, sure. A fingernail, or a toenail rip off. Is easy to do if you are not focused.”
Right, see? It could be totally legitimate blood. And ew! I fight hard to not picture ripping off a toenail. Gerald tries a few times to ask what’
