CHAPTER TWENTY
“Hands up. Step outside,” Kyle said.
They had us cornered. There was nowhere else to go.
I raised my hands slowly. Bo did the same.
“Arnette, you have a lot of nerve running away from your responsibilities,” Cheryl said.
“Given how crazy y’all are, can you blame her?” Bo asked.
“Bring us the crate,” Kyle said.
Bo hauled the crate to Kyle’s feet and set it down. Kyle waited until he backed away.
Cheryl sorted through the records and found Arnette’s.
“Found it,” Cheryl said.
“You sure?” Kyle asked. “What if it’s a trick?”
Cheryl flicked her wrist. “Then find a turntable, for crying out loud. I’m anxious to put these two out of their misery.”
“You both are the ones who are suffering,” I said. “Kill me if you want, but this path will get you both in the end.”
Cheryl
