Eighteen
Katty gulped as she followed Lisha. “What?”
Lisha pushed Katty against the wall in the hallway. “We don’t know for sure, but … well, she might be in the utility closet up yonder.” Lisha scrunched up her face and pointed.
Katty jumped. “Let’s get her out.”
Lisha held her back. “Not so fast.”
“I’ve got to get Bea out of there. She might make a mess.” She jerked away from Lisha. “She might get hurt.” Visions of Bea finding her tiny booze bottles last week floated in her memory. What Bea might do with cleanser bottles—
Lisha caught her and held on. “Baby. There is something else goin on, but we haven’t figured it out yet.” Lisha hugged Katty to her. “Somethins’ not—”
Deputy Scott rushed around the corner toward them. “You find Bea, yet?”
Guy was right behind him, hand on his g
