Chapter 21
“I don’t think Phagan’s fibbie trusts us,” Phoebe said, holding an ice pack to her sore mouth. She had good reason for her belief. Before bustling off to manage the crime scene, Bryn had attached them to the van like a couple of lost dogs on a short leash. To add insult to injury, the handcuffs, which looked like some she’d seen in Harding’s creep show, were of the bondage variety with long thin chains between the steel bracelets. Bryn also didn’t appear to trust the hordes of armed police milling around. Or she was seriously overestimating Phoebe and Dewey. Phoebe rattled the chain looped through the door handle. “Does she think we’re a couple of Houdinis? I really don’t know what Phagan sees in her.”
Not that Phoebe had spent any time looking at Bryn. She couldn’t seem to ta
