Chapter 7
Vic didn’t get home in time for dinner, which wasn’t a surprise.
When I’d left Pretty, I’d run into an anxious-looking Dorothy who’d muttered something about an emergency and then clacked away on a pair of teal peep-toe kitten heels.
It was nine o’clock when I received a response to my half-dozen texts. And then, it was short and to the point.
Emergency consultation up north. Please bring me an overnight bag. I’ll meet you in the parking lot.
No apology, no endearments, no all-caps rant I was left to try and interpret on my own. And no reminder not to leave by myself.
I started to call Grant, but I hung up after a single ring, deciding Vic would be too busy to notice and not wanting to drag the poor man out here again so late.
With Flora already asleep in her chair and Jon
