“Sabrina?” I call out her name softly as Camila and I inch our way toward her. “Do you think the sheriff’s department has the right person? Do you really think William was capable of doing something so heinous?”
“Oh, yes.” Her eyes widen a notch. “I mean, he claimed to love her, you know. But he was married. He wasn’t a good person.”
“Maybe he wasn’t a good person, but that doesn’t mean he was a killer.” The words speed out of me, and Camila shoots me a look. “Sabrina, you worked at the same school where William teaches, didn’t you?”
Her mouth opens slowly. “I did.” She shrugs. “I was the reason Blair met him.”
I nod. “You worked at the school. In fact, you took night classes to keep busy while he was teaching his own night classes. He’s the boyfriend you were telling me about, isn’t he?”
She takes a quick breath. “How did you know?” She shakes her head. “I mean, it’s not a secret. Of course, I took a few classes. That’s how I learned my craft, remember? And Billy and I weren’t serious.”
My chest pumps with a dry laugh. “But you were furious when Blair stole him from you, weren’t you? And she took your money, too. You lost your boyfriend, your job, and your rental because of her—all in a six-month span. You were furious with her, weren’t you?”
Camilla gives me the side-eye. You really are good.
“Yes,” Sabrina all but hisses it out, her chest pulsating violently as if she just ran a lap around all of Maine.
Fish sinks down into the basket. Here we go.
I take a bold step forward, and Camila stands staunchly by my side.
“You killed her, didn’t you?” I whisper it low as if it were still an idea germinating in my mind.
“Yes.” Sabrina closes her eyes a moment. “I killed her.”
Camila gasps. “You killed Blair?” Her voice pitches a notch too loud. “How could you?”
“What do you mean, how could I?” Sabrina snaps back, her icy eyes trained on her old friend. “Didn’t you pay attention? Oh, that’s right, you’re not the brightest bulb, Camila. You had the man of your dreams eating out of the palm of your hand and you had to go after another tasty treat because you’re never satisfied, are you? And now look where it’s got you? Teaming up with the woman that your dreamboat of an ex married. And don’t you think I’m not onto this little farce you’ve got going on. You hired this ninny to track me down, didn’t you?”
Don’t listen to her. Fish growls. You’re no ninny, Bizzy.
“I didn’t know it was you,” Camila shouts back defensively. “And who cares? I wasn’t about to go down for something I didn’t do.”
“You tried to set Camila up.” A tremble of a laugh comes from me as I look at Sabrina with new eyes. “You rubbed up against her when we were all looking at the crime scene. That’s how Blair’s blood landed on her arm, isn’t it? And you were covered in body art. Nobody could tell if you were covered in blood. You came with the intent to hunt Blair down that night and kill her.”
Sabrina’s chest huffs. “So maybe I did? And maybe I did rub a little plasma over Camila’s arm?” She looks to her old friend. “Oh, come on. You left your staff at the scene of the crime. I was in a panic. I needed to cover my tracks.”
A wry smile curls on my lips. “But she wasn’t the only person you were trying to set up. You did a stellar job of setting up William Helsing, too. You left those notes for me—one of which was on the school’s letterhead. You broke into my home.”
“Oh please, you left the door unlocked. You were practically begging for it. And yes, I wrote those notes while doing my best impression of Billy’s handwriting.”
“Wow,” I muse. “If this went on any longer, he’d probably go to trial.”
“And he will.” She nods. “I’m sorry, girls, but I’m not going down for this one. We’ll talk after the ceremony.”
“No.” It comes out flat from me. “There won’t be a ceremony. I understand you’re the queen tonight and looking to collect on a huge payout so you can take off to Atlantic City.”
“Wow.” She tosses her hands in the air. “I’ve only told that to one person. Obviously the wrong person.” I’m going to slaughter Tabitha next. And I won’t make it quick this time. That twit has danced on my last nerve.
“You won’t be slaughtering Tabitha next,” I say as I look directly into her glacial eyes. “You won’t be slaughtering anyone ever again.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” She plucks a long metal stake out of the ground and swings it wildly, striking Camila over the temple and sending her to the ground like a rag doll.
A breath gets locked in my throat as Camila lies motionless next to me.
“Camila, get up,” I shout, trying to rouse her, but I can’t risk taking my eyes off of Sabrina.
She takes another wild swing, and this time I catch the metal rod midair, dropping the basket with Fish in it to the ground as I do so.
Sherlock! Fish screeches so loud, her voice reverberates over the woods.
“You witch!” Sabrina spits the words into my face as we wrestle it out with that beam in her hands.
A riot of barks and growls grows louder by the second as Sherlock and Sprinkles head this way.
“Bizzy!”
I turn to see Georgie and that ghostly doll in her arms traversing their way over as well and I cringe. Georgie is the last person I’d want to endanger.
Sabrina knees me in the gut and I double over, letting out a hard oof.
“You don’t get to ruin this for me, Bizzy.” She crashes the stick over my back and sends me to the ground. “I knew you were onto me. You were relentless. And now you and your friends
