CHAPTER 6
Something was wrong.
Sam could feel it in her bones. Between the spa sessions that hadn’t done a damned thing to relax her and getting ready for tonight’s party, she’d done a deep dive into Jill’s social media, trying to unearth some clue to where she was and what was going on. What she’d found had been a big, fat nothing. Jill didn’t use any particular service regularly, and there’d been no posts at all in nearly a week. The last activity Sam had been able to find was a thumbs up to one of Erin’s posts about the upcoming bachelorette party weekend on Thursday, which suggested she’d been planning to come at that point.
So where the hell was she, and why wasn’t she answering anybody?
Sam couldn’t focus on Ryder’s husband Lewis as he discussed tasting notes about the flight of
