CHAPTER 22
Todd?” came Arch’s whisper over the phone, “I can’t talk long. I’ve been trying to reach you since yesterday.”
“Our phone’s been broken. What’s wrong? Does she suspect something?”
“No, she’s sewing,” Arch replied. “But I’ve still got to be careful.”
I’d wiped my face, blown my nose. Now I breathed oh-so-shallowly as I cupped my hand over the mouthpiece.
Todd said, “I can barely hear you. Do you want me to come over?”
“No,” said Arch, “no time before dinner.” He paused. “Listen, you’re not going to believe this. I got it.”
Todd asked, “Got what?”
“A weapon, silly,” Arch said with an impatient hiss. “It’s better than a knife too, because it’s just like in the book. Small and sharp. I found it in a plastic bag in my grandmother’s car. We’ll have to clean it later. It’s unde
