A Berry Unlucky Assassin by A.R. Winters

Author:A.R. Winters [Winters, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-29T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

My car’s door creaked as I opened it, but there was no one around to notice in the parking lot behind the cafe. My car wasn’t anything fancy. It was a little silver Ford Focus that was more fiberglass than metal, and it’d had three previous owners before me. But I was glad to have it. I’d bought it with my own money. Not my ex-husband’s. Not with any help from my folks. Mine. I was proud of it, even if it did stay parked most of the time.

“Oh my God,” Zoey said, staring in through the open passenger-side door. “When’s the last time you drove this thing. The air’s stale. That’s it. I’m driving.”

“No, you’re not.” We’d had this conversation three times already. She was barely back from beautiful-mind insanity, and there was no telling how much sleep she’d been getting. No way was I letting her drive. “My car is fine,” I told her. In truth, I hoped my battery hadn’t gone dead from me letting it sit here untouched for so long.

We climbed in. I turned the key in the ignition. My precious little car made noises like a sick wildebeest. The engine coughed as if clearing away phlegm then finally purred.

“Okay! See?” I said. “We’re good!” We closed the doors and strapped in. “So where’s this Daniel live? Did you figure it out?”

“Not Daniel. We need to go see Lizzie first,” Zoey said. “Whodunnit says it was Lizzie and Kimberly. That’s who we need to go see.” She opened my glove compartment. “You got any protection in here? Some brass knuckles or something?”

“Why?” I asked, feeling suddenly wary. I wondered what she knew. Gregson was the only person who knew what Kimberly had done to me. I hadn’t told anyone else. I hadn’t even told Gregson, for that matter, but he’d seen what he’d seen.

“Whodunnit says they’re killers. Gotta be pretty cold to off your own sister. We’ve got to be ready to protect ourselves. Maybe we should swing by a gun shop. We need to get like a Glock or something.”

A shiver ran up my spine. “If you get a gun, I will fill the barrel with flour and water paste,” I warned. “Try getting that out. The stuff turns into cement.”

We turned onto Main Street and started driving. “Did you figure anything out about Daniel?” I asked again. I still didn’t know where he lived.

“Lizzie’s first. We won’t need to go anywhere else. You’ll see.” She shrank down into her seat and lulled her head to the side. Soft snores followed.

I sighed and resigned myself to going to Lizzie’s. I scratched absentmindedly at my neck before realizing what I was even doing. “Poo,” I said to no one but myself. I did not want to do this.

The drive was much shorter than I’d remembered. Too short. I brought the car to a stop next to the curb across the road from Lizzie’s. Zoey was still snoring. I considered letting her sleep and pulled my phone out to figure out who Daniel was and where he lived.

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