“Relocating? Where?”
“Anywhere.”
Moving? I just couldn’t see it. This is where my family was. As dysfunctional as they were, I loved them and couldn’t imagine not being near them. And work . . . Tam, Kit.
And Riley.
“I don’t think so.”
I wondered at the turn in the conversation. A rather large part of me wished we were back at the drive-in, making out.
Hating the silence, I struggled to find something to say to ease the sudden tension.
And couldn’t find one thing.
Mostly because my thoughts kept turning back to Russ Grabinsky. I was debating whether or not I should call Kevin about the man who threatened Greta.
Then I kept thinking that I should just stay out of it.
But . . . The man from Greta’s kitchen had had a very identifiable wedding ring. If I could just find him . . .
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And what about Bill and Lindsey? Why had they hired me if the lawsuit against the Grabinskys had been dropped? Had they really not known? Was it even true?
Then it hit me. The lawsuit. The man in Greta’s kitchen had said he’d had it dropped. All I needed to do was find out who’d been behind it. Then I’d know who threatened Greta.
And who had motive to kill Russ.
If Russ had been murdered.
That was a big if.
Though the more I learned about Russ Grabinsky, the more I wondered why he hadn’t been bumped off before now.
“. . . feel about being a stay-at-home mom?”
My head snapped up as I caught the tail end of what Bobby had been saying.
He laughed.
“Sorry,” I said.
“The lawsuit?” he asked as he turned onto my street. “I called Josh but he hasn’t gotten back to me yet.”
Josh. His cousin, the lawyer. Who I prayed could get me out of this mess. “I can’t help it,” I said.
The Mill was relatively silent. I noticed that Mr. Cabrera’s house was dark, but his big red Pontiac, aka the Beast, was parked in his driveway.
My gaze automatically skipped to Boom-Boom’s house, where it was also dark. I wondered what was going on between the two of them, if anything. After all, Mr. Cabrera had been kissing Brickhouse just that morning.
However, I wouldn’t put two-timing past him.
Bobby cut the engine, turned to me. “Well, I think I know how to get you to stop thinking all together.”
My mouth went dry. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. Let’s go in.”
I walked up the front steps. Okay, so I ran up them. Big 88
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deal. As I dug around in my backpack for my keys, Bobby wrapped his arms around me, kissed my neck.
I tipped my head up, bit my lip when he found a sensitive spot under my ear. And froze.
“What?” Bobby asked, looking around.
“My lights are on inside.”
“And?”
“I haven’t been home since this morning. I didn’t leave them on.”
“Maybe Riley?”
“He’s at Kevin’s.”
“Maybe he came home early?” he asked, then mumbled something about bad luck.
“Kevin would have called.”
“Maybe we should call the police?”
