CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Curly ConundrumKit sat at the junction with the Gordonton Road as headlights danced past her in the silent stream of work traffic. She rubbed her thumb over a dent in the leather steering wheel and sighed. So, it wasn’t just Bronwyn, Ronnie and Vanessa who could cut Curly hair but all the women on the Huntly group’s committee. She gnawed on her top lip and pondered their enthusiasm at her appearance when they didn’t really need her. Jerry’s chance phone call with Vanessa had kicked off a chain of events outside her control. She’d become their reluctant human grenade intended to blow up the competition.
Kit pulled onto the main road during a break in the traffic. The waiting vehicle behind her slid out and turned right. The blast of a horn made her jump, and she glanced
