CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A New Crop“What’s that?” Leilah flung the door open, hearing the metal runners screech in their housing. The glass slid aside to reveal her hands on her hips. She channelled Mari-in-a-funk and watched it have the desired effect on the local guys gathered on the porch.
“Never you mind.” The new guy narrowed his eyes and made a half turn towards her. “What do you think it is?” he demanded and Leilah stared at the sorry clump of green occupying the bag.
“A plant.” She peered closer. “Is it poisonous? Was Malcolm poisoned?”
The man shook his head as though he thought her stupid and went back to his conversation. Leilah responded to Vaughan’s tug on her elbow and opened her mouth to protest as he drew the ranch slider closed. “I think it’s w**d,” he whispered. “But I don’t
