CHAPTER 27
Outside, a sudden breeze swept over us. The moon was still climbing.
Pomeroy said, “Why do you need a ride from me? Why don’t you just climb back on the broomstick you rode over here?”
“Because,” I said impatiently, “I don’t feel so good going anywhere in the car loaned to me by my deceased ex-mother-in-law, whose husband I have just been accused by my ex-husband of attempting to poison. Again.”
It was lame, but it would get me started on what it was I wanted to do with Pomeroy.
He smiled and said, “Let’s roll.”
Arch pronounced Pom’s four-wheel-drive vehicle cool when we climbed in. The tires spewed gravel as we wheeled out of the parking lot, and the wind picked up the dust and blew it into a whirlwind.
I put my arm around Arch and hugged him close to me. The sad news co
