"Who f****d Alistaire?" Bridget ground out. I was more prepared for those words than the girls were, but it still felt like the bottom dropped out from under me. She was way more upset than I had expected. And I had expected her to be majorly pissed if she found out.
Neither girl responded. Given the look they were getting from Bridget, I didn't blame them.
"Which one of you," Bridget ground on, "f****d Alistaire, and which one of you knew about it and did not share this information with me?" Her gaze went back and forth between them like a searchlight in the silence that followed.
It was pretty loud in the Tuck, but to me, and I'm betting to all four of us, there was less outside sound than you'd hear in a sensory deprivation tank.
Not looking guilty was apparently not a strength for
