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I scowled at that.“Am I still inside?Because that would seem to defeat the purpose.”
Calista set her empty bottle on the counter before standing up to leave.“Would you rather burn to death or have some maniac disembowel you while you’re still alive?”
“Those are my only two choices?”I asked, setting my own bottle on the counter.
“I’m just saying,” she said, making her way to the front door.“Sometimes, arson is the answer.”
Yeah, pretty sure that I was toast at this point.
I mean, who didn’t love a woman that appreciated fire?
Chapter 11
Calista~
It was a hell of a thing to be sneaking around your own home, yet here we were.While the blinds on the windows facing the back of my house were open, the ones on the front-facing windows were closed, and I was acting like a relocated snitch in the Witness Protection Program.
Luckly, Harvey wasn’t letting Louise and her crazy troupe affect him in any way, and I could see him playing in the backyard, the drapes on the sliding glass door also open to let the sunlight and humanity in.
I was also spending my Sunday preparing some of my reports for the visits that I had to conduct tomorrow, and while I did my best not to work on the weekends, prepping on Sunday always made for a better Monday.
As I was going over my second facility’s follow-up, my phone rang, and recognizing the ringtone, I answered it immediately.“What’s the haps?”
“Mitchell’s Aunt Judy is making everybody crazy, and I think Mitchell is serious about eloping now,” Abrielle said in lieu of a greeting.“He’s at the point where he’s about to disinvite her, ruining Christmas for all time.”
“I can see that,” I told her, having met Mitchell’s Aunt Judy once.“Well, I finally went to one of Louise’s prayer groups, and we’re pretty sure that it’s a sex cult, and that Louise and her fruit baskets might be luring unsuspecting innocents as a way to please her master, Jury Patton.”
“I’m sorry, but who’s we?”she asked, focusing on what was important.
“Me and Myer,” I answered.“My new neighbor.”
“The sexy guy from next door?”she practically squawked with excitement.
“Yep,” I replied cheekily.“His name is Myer, he works at the shipping yard, has a brother in the military, and he was my boyfriend for one whole hour last night.”
“Yeah, you’re going to have to start at the beginning, young lady,” she ordered.
