The other women stared at her.
“Ramsay? Oh, Ramsay, it’s me. No, we’re fine. Yes, Beatrice and the rest of our quilters are all safe so spread the news.” Meadow frowned. “Ramsay? Ramsay?” She lowered the phone. “We got disconnected.”
“Did he hear the part where you said we were all safe?” asked Beatrice intently.
“We’re not all safe,” said Maggie, sounding annoyed.
Meadow ignored her. “Yes, I’m sure he heard that. The phone made a clicking sound right after I said we were safe. He’ll spread the word about that, I know.” She tried phoning again, this time with no luck. “So frustrating, though. I didn’t even have a chance to tell him about the murder here.”
“Maybe that’s just as well,” said Beatrice. “They’re ninety minutes away from here and it would be dangerous for Ramsay or anyone
