“Your father must know what’s going on.” Connie followed Randee into Baker Ratcliff’s living room and sat on the foam sectional. “Or else why am I here?”
Randee plopped down beside Connie, tucking the couch pillow under her arm. “I
didn’t tell him nothing.”
“It’s time we should.”
“Connie, you can’t tell. I’ll get in trouble for stealing.”
“Randee, this is much more important than you shoplifting. A woman’s life is at stake and I can’t risk her not making it through this—”
“Detective Wilks.” Baker rushed inside, his slacks wrinkling against his thighs. “Thanks so much for meeting me.” He bypassed his daughter to take Connie’s hand. “I hope it’s not an inconvenience.”
“You sounded frantic on the phone. What’s going on?”
“Randee, go in the other room.”
She stopped chewing her gum. “W
