It all started with FaceTime . . .
Two days of sulking and Beryl was getting nowhere fast. Trying to adjust to the whole “Legless has a daughter” thing had her as touchy as a tooth abscess.
She decided to go for a walk.
Not something she was generally fond of. In fact, mentioning it had Archie and DJ raising their eyebrows with a “really?”
Beryl was strictly a car-to-the-shop sort of person, but she was fed up with everyone whispering like they knew something she didn’t, itched to tell, but couldn’t.
It was like she was back on Planet Hy Man walking the halls of power, encountering backstabbing at every corner—or was she just paranoid, as Legless claimed?
Archie looked at DJ. They had just left the camper van, and the last thing Beryl needed to see was what Legless was up to.
“Why n
