You don’t mess with the mob, but then you shouldn’t mess with a cult either. And for all the smarts my sister once possessed, I’m starting to wonder if she set them on fire along the way.
Buddy gives a happy bark and we all toss him a piece of our crust.
But before we can finish our meals, our phones go off with a message from Hale.
Jack groans as he glances at his screen. “Bodies discovered out at a cabin in Sugar Pine Lake. Two dead, one injured, one missing from the scene. He says it was a writers’ retreat gone wrong.”
“Just found a headline,” Nikki says, staring at her phone. “Mystery authors looking for respite find murder.”
“Let’s get going,” Jack says as the three of us jump from our seats.
I nod his way. “It’s time to write our own ending to this story.”
The end