CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Suddenly it all made sense.
Jessie flashed back to their conversation at the Coffee Klatch, where she’d mentioned her violent peanut allergy. It wouldn’t be hard to slip peanut oil into an alcoholic drink and have it go unnoticed.
Andi must have realized she screwed up by mentioning the hotel and assumed I’d figure it out.
And now, just as she’d eliminated Victoria Missinger and Marisol Mendez as threats, she was taking action once again to remove a person who could get in her way.
Jessie forced herself to breathe in through her nose, which was still clear for now. Even as she did, she felt her skin start to itch and her chest burning with the effort to get air in.
Think, Jessie. Find a way out of this.
She pulled out her phone to call 911 but then thought better
