Lisa gritted her teeth. “But it doesn’t matter if I was right, Ava! Without proof, all I have is a theory that sounds like I’m desperately trying to shift the blame.”
Ava hesitated, then sighed. “Yeah… that’s true.” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Okay, so what do we do now?”
Lisa scoffed. “We?”
Ava rolled her eyes. “You know I’m not going to sit here and let you go through this alone. You may be a stubborn control freak, but you’re my best friend. We’re in this together.”
Lisa sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly. “Thanks, Ava.”
Ava nodded, then leaned forward. “Alright. Let’s go over what we do know. The bartender is dead, which means someone—”
Lisa cut her off. “Or it was an accident.”
Ava gave her a flat look. “Lisa.”
Lisa threw her hands up. “Fine! Let’s assume someone si
