As soon as the group was gone, Ana and Luz rushed over. “Are you okay? Why didn’t you go?” Luz asked.
“We weren’t about to leave you up here without us,” Beattie said, “especially not with a killer on the loose.”
I giggled at her expression. “You sound like you’re in a game of Clue.”
“Well, we kind of are, aren’t we?” Beattie said.
Luz laughed. “Indigenous Clue, where it’s in the forest with the big log instead of the library with the candlestick.”
That gave us all a much-needed bit of comic relief as we spent the next few minutes making up Clue-like scenarios for how people could be killed here. It didn’t escape my notice, though, that none of us mentioned a knife in the village plaza as a possibility. That was just too real.
Eventually, the police gathered us all together near the
