Heat rose into my cheeks. Of course, Lisa started that rumor. Bob probably encouraged her to do it, too.
“How did she…was she just waiting for us at the staircase—”
I stopped abruptly as I got a news alert on my phone. I dove for the device. As soon as I got my hands to quit shaking, I found that the notification said that a fourth victim had been shot.
My stomach churned. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that Andrew was not that fourth victim.
When I raised my head, Jeffrey was staring pointedly at my phone.
“There’s been a fourth victim at the shooting,” I explained, trying and failing to keep my voice steady.
Jeffrey nodded without his expression changing.
“Aren’t you worried at all?”
