Suddenly Rita was taken aback by the look on the faces of the others in the room. At once she nearly swooned when she realized Bob Methot knew nothing of the secret she and Hoyt had shared with Sabrina.
“Wait,” Rita could barely breathe. “Wait, oh my gosh. I didn't mean to suggest that Bree had anything…”
“Holy s**t,” Bob appeared as if struck by lightning. “Holy s**t. Now it all makes sense. Yet it doesn't make a damn bit of sense. Holy shit.”
“Have a seat, honey,” Sabrina nodded at the armchair to her right alongside the sofa where she sat. “It'll be okay.”
“Okay?” Bob took a seat on the chair to Sabrina's left. “Okay? Holy shit.”
“Suppose I did catch the news last night. Suppose it was the guy who killed Hoyt?”
“No, hold on, hold on,” Bob ran his fingers through his brush-cut blon
