Chapter Seventeen
Mae glared furiously at her and jumped up from the armchair, lunging for the door. But the pills had made her sluggish and Beatrice beat her there. Mae struggled against her until Wyatt grabbed her arms and held them firmly as Ramsay put her in handcuffs.
“I’ll take her in the cruiser,” said Ramsay grimly. “It would take a while for EMS to get here.” He turned to Wyatt. “Can you ride with me and help keep her awake while I drive?”
Wyatt nodded, handing Beatrice the car keys as Ramsay hustled Mae into the back of the police car.
“Take care of Bizzy,” said Mae in a surprisingly clear voice. “Beatrice? Do you hear me?”
“I do,” said Beatrice. Although she wasn’t entirely sure what taking care of Bizzy entailed.
Mae seemed to realize this. “Find her a good home. The best
