“Taking them a while to miss you.”
Nell made a sort of face. “I’ve always kind of blended into the woodwork.” Until New Orleans. Wearing the face of a wise wife had popped her out of the background.
“Nell!” It was Sarah. A pause, then she said quite clearly, “She could have gone up to her room. Let me check.”
She gave Junior a “see, people do miss me” look. Sarah’s footsteps pounding up the stairs seemed a little louder than usual…
“Time to start talking.” Junior pulled out his cell phone and waved it at her. “I text Mrs. St. Cyr with the location of the proof and we leave. No one gets hurt.”
It seemed unlike grandma not-dearest to put herself at risk like this. A chill shot down her back as she realized that none of them were supposed to walk out of this house alive. The others would
