As Laurie got past her surprise over seeing at least two other women with knives, she wondered who'd taken hers. “Who took my knife?" she quietly asked, her gaze darting around the small group of women.
There was awkward lip-licking, averted gazes, and head shakes, but no one spoke up.
“I saw John pass Charlie a knife when they were taking Sindy out…" Trix slowly said, glowering at Laurie. “Maybe you left it in her back," she accused in a shrill tone.
Laurie scoffed. “How do you know there was a knife in her back?" her voice rose defensively. “Maybe you killed her!" she accused right back.
Trix rolled her eyes. “It's a figure of speech. You're such a good actress. You killed her, didn't you?!" she demanded, holding out her claws like she wanted to wring Laurie's neck.
“No, of course n
