Page 132 of Liar's Point

Cassandra had told her she’d ride with her to the funeral tomorrow. They’d even agreed to go shopping together today for something to wear—which obviously wasn’t happening now.

Cassandra dropped the ice into the sink and grabbed the phone. “Hi. Sorry I didn’t call you back. I—”

“Cassie, did you hear?”

Her gut clenched. “No. What?”

“I just talked to Jeremy,” Reese said with a wet sniffle. “He said he’d call you.”

Jeremy taught tae kwon do with Paula, and Cassandra braced herself for more bad news.

“What happened?”

“I’m not sure, but... some detective just showed up at his door. He’s interviewing everyone on staff, apparently. You and I are probably next on his list.”

Cassandra swallowed. “Interviewing everyone about what?”

“There’s a rumor going around that Danielle’s car accident wasn’t an accident at all. They’re saying her brakes were tampered with.”

Cassandra’s throat went dry. “Her brakes... what?”

“Cassie, people are saying she was murdered.”

***

Emmet swerved around a truck and sped through the yellow light. He was late for the meeting, which wasn’t a good look when he was supposed to be leading it.

His phone buzzed and he dug it from his pocket. Nicole.

“Hey, you’re up,” he said.

“I’ve been up.”

The knot in his chest loosened. He’d been worried things might be weird with her today, but she was prickly as ever.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Fine. Where are you?”

“Heading into the team meeting. I’m late, actually.”

“Well, I’m glad I caught you. Wait up, okay?”

“What?”

“I just pulled in.”

Emmet turned into the parking lot of the police station and spied Nicole’s pickup on the other side of the lot. Cursing, he parked on the end of the row as Nicole slid from the driver’s seat and tucked her crutches under her arms.

She glanced up as he strode over.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be home,” he said.

“I was. But the labs came in.”

He squeezed between her pickup and the neighboring car and took a moment to look her over. Her hair was damp, as though she’d just gotten out of the shower, and she wore her denim miniskirt again with a thick blue sweatshirt.

“I talked to Miranda,” she told him.

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