Sisterhood Is Deadly by Lindsay Emory

Author:Lindsay Emory
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-­three

WITH JUST A slightly raised, deep voice, Ty had the chapter’s attention. He held up a folded piece of paper. “I’m Lieutenant Hatfield, from the Sutton PD. We’re looking for Stefanie Grossman.”

The chapter room immediately erupted into whispers and exclamations. I was at Ty’s side in the next moment, yanking down on that lifted arm. “What do you want with her?” I demanded. The room went quiet at my voice. It seemed the rest of the chapter wanted to know as well.

“I have a warrant for her arrest for the murder of Liza McCarthy.” I closed my eyes as the room exploded, biting back several very un-­Deb-­like profanities.

Ty looked at the room again. “If anyone has any information as to her whereabouts, you are legally required to inform the police.” Then he met my eyes. “I’ll be waiting out front if you’d like to speak with me.” And then, like he hadn’t just done the equivalent of unveiling a transgender stripper in the middle of the First Baptist Sunday morning ser­vice, he marched himself right out of the chapter room.

Forty minutes later, I had calmed almost everything and everyone down. There were girls crying. Some were freaking out; some were calling their mothers. Everyone wanted to know where Stefanie was and why the police wanted her. In the chaos, I saw Aubrey giving Callie the evil eye from across the room. It was clear Aubrey was still loyal to Stefanie, but she had to know that Callie’s writing Stefanie up on S&M matters wasn’t why the police had issued a warrant for Stefanie’s arrest. At least, I hoped it wasn’t.

Still, I wasn’t quite clear why Stefanie was suddenly the number one suspect in Liza’s murder. When I could, I made my way to the front yard to see if Ty Hatfield was still available to answer a few questions.

He was sitting in the bench swing that hung from a huge oak branch, the swing on which each pledge class affixed a small brass plaque. After all the years, the back of the bench glittered with reptilian brass scales, catching in the sunlight or the moonlight, sparkling on clear nights like tonight.

I walked slowly toward him, my arms wrapped around myself, chilled from the cool October evening. “Lieutenant,” I said when I got closer.

“Ms. Blythe,” he said slowly.

“Why aren’t you out there, looking for Liza McCarthy’s killer?” I was surprised at the bitterness in my voice.

“We can’t find her. That’s why I came here, to see if any of your sisters had any information.” The way he said, “your sisters” made me uncomfortable. Like I was responsible for anyone who was hiding Stefanie someplace.

I hesitated for a moment. “Stefanie was supposed to come to a standards hearing on Saturday. She never showed. From what the girls told me, she stopped coming to chapter events after she was told she was being written up. She even stopped returning calls. No one’s seen her.”

Ty nodded, a single head bob. “I’ll need you—­and whomever you’ve been talking to—­to come down to the station tomorrow to give those statements.

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