Page 153 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

About all of it.

“We have to find Officer Anderson and tell her Shawna is missing.”

“Shawna’s missing?” Officer Anderson says, coming through the door with Mr. Prentice. “Since when?”

“We’re not sure. She was here before the lights went off. But no one’s seen her since then.”

“She must’ve left during the chaos of Cathy’s entrance,” Oliver says.

“I wastoldto come here, I’ll have you know.”

“Wait, what?”

“I was telling you before,” Cathy says to me. “That same person who was texting me, they told me to come help you.”

“They told you to club David?”

“No, but I assumed that’s what they meant.”

“Why?”

“You’ve been complaining about him for months, haven’t you? Saying how he was ruiningWhen in Rome?”

“Where did you hear that?”

She hangs her head. “I can’t say.”

I cycle through all the times I’ve complained about David. On the beach with Oliver and Harper, in my brain, once on set, and many, many times at home.

In my home.

“Have you been...listening in on my conversations somehow?”

Cathy’s eyes flash with defiance and pride. “It was for your own good.”

“My own...what?”

“You were almost killed in Italy! And two of them are still out there. I was just keeping watch.”

I feel sick to my stomach. Cathyisdangerous. And I’m an idiot. “How did you do this?”

She clamps her jaw tight. “I refuse to answer because it might incriminate me.”

“Oh my God, you broke into our house?” Harper says. “What thefuck.”

You know things are going badly when Harper sounds like me.

“Officer Anderson?” I say.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to arrest her?”

“For what?”

“She was trying to kill David.”

“I wasnot.”

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