Page 150 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

“How? Did you steal one?”

She shakes her head, letting droplets of water fly. “It was the ferry.”

“The ferry is running?”

“On Friday.”

“You came here onFriday?”

She tries to cross her arms but is stopped by the restraints. “I was invited, wasn’t I?”

“Invited? By who?”

“Them,” she says as she points to Emma and Fred. “‘Emma Wood and Fred Winter cordially invite you to their wedding on Catalina Island.’”

“Do you know about this, Emma?”

“We didn’t send out wedding invitations,” Emma says. “Remember?”

“Oh, right. You didn’t. So how did she get one?”

“Someone brought her here,” Harper says.

“Or she’s lying,” Connor adds.

“I’m not a liar!”

“Where have you been all this time, Cathy?” I ask.

“In my room. As instructed.”

“As instructed? By who?”

Confusion clouds her features. She must’ve been quite attractive, once, but wet and crazy is not a good look for anyone. “I’m not sure. I assumed it was Harper.”

“Harper?”

“Cathy texts me sometimes.”

Um,what?

Harper’s shaking her head. “About events and things. And El’s newsletter.”

“You texted me back.”

“Harper?”

“Once. I did that once.Beforethe restraining order.”

I give Harper a look, then turn back to Cathy. “Was it Harper who told you to stay in your room? Her number?”

“No, the number was blocked.”

“Why did you think it was her, then?”

“Who else would it be?”

Thunder cracks again, making the ground shake and the lights flash.

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