Remi whirled around, gasping. As she did, Beatrice struck her from behind as hard as she could with the chicken dinner. Remi’s grip loosened on the g*n and Beatrice grabbed it from her. Unfamiliar with weapons, she shuttled it over to Quinn, who leveled it at Remi.
When the cell phone guy walked in with a cheerful, “Helloooo?” he froze, stunned, gaping at the sight of Quinn training the g*n at Remi, fried chicken and coffee all over the floor, and the minister’s wife right in the middle of it.
Beatrice had never been so grateful to see anyone in her life.
Ramsay had finally checked his messages, spoken to Meadow, or both, and was on the scene moments later, followed quickly by the state police. The cell phone guy (Beatrice realized she should think of him as Ace, instead) briefly gave
