"Two more dead people are back, Leigh," Jo yelled into the phone. "Why aren't you freaking out?"
"I am." I juggled my cell from ear to ear while I painted over my black nail polish with purple. Everything I'd seen lately that was associated with black made the color not as cool anymore. I wasn't even wearing any. Except for the studded black cuffs around my wrists, but those didn't count because the studs were silver. "Believe me, I am."
"The cop that got away spread it all over town." Jo dropped her voice to a whisper. "Aren't you worried about your mom?"
I narrowed my eyes at Mom's guitar with my funeral dress still draped over it. How much should I tell Jo? How much of Tram's wild tales would she believe? "Tram says...nothing will happen to her."
"But how does he know? And who i
