Five
Katty switched the phone to her other ear. “Phil? And Lex? Posse? What is going on?”
“It’s awfully noisy right now.” Clarence’s voice sounded tense.
Someone—sounded like Harold—said, “Sheriff’s here.”
Katty held onto the bike. “Sheriff?”
Clarence had obviously forgotten all about her and their conversation. “Randy!” Then clunk.
Katty jerked her head up and stared at the phone. “Sounded like he dropped the phone.” She put it to her ear again. “Clarence? Clarence? What is going on?”
Bea climbed off the bike. “Mommy? Clarence dropped the phone? Is he—”
“Shh, Baby.” Katty checked her phone. Still connected. She slowly sat on the sofa. “Clarence?”
Voices she had never heard before. A deep voice—Michael?
“… guns ….”
Katty froze. “Guns? Clarence what is going on?”
Bea climbed ont
