CHAPTER TEN
Curly ConsequencesJerry tripped to his room in the sleep-out to change out of his clerical shirt. The back door slammed, and Kit picked up her hairdressing bag, knowing before she looked that her scissors weren’t inside it. She made the bed and searched under it before tipping the contents of her handbag onto the bedspread. The velvet case containing her matte black precision scissors wasn’t there. In desperation, she phoned Piper. Her fingers paused over the contact number, but she forced herself to give her friend the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps she’d wanted to speak up for Kit but hadn’t found the courage.
“Hey.” Piper’s voice held an element of strain. A child wailed in the background. “I came after you last night, but you’d gone. Why did you leave your car outside Pam’
