Chapter Four
We hardly said a word to one another as I drove back to the church. Every once in a while, Ryan picked up the jug of orange juice vodka and took a gulp. He stared out the window, mostly. I had thought revenge would feel a lot better than this—if that was what this was.
I stopped the car at the back of the church. Ryan opened the door to the car, got out, and walked toward the building. He did not look back.
I sure knew how to win friends and influence people.
I parked in the lot for a bit and checked my phone. I had texts from Sally, Fern, and David—and four from Mark. Nothing from Hayword. That meant he was still pissed. Nothing from Joanie. Maybe she had come to her senses and called the police about Marv. Dead Marv.
I read Sally’s messages first.
“The investors want t
