Page 153 of Beach Reads and Deadly Deeds

There was no crash. Brie stopped the cart and ran over to us. She was soaking wet and had blood on her cheek and arm. “What happened?” Jason asked. “Who did this?”

“That... that... the guy. Sherry hired. I. I got away.”

“You’re wet,” I said.

“She has my phone! The video! I lost it, and my dad—”

“I have Diana’s phone,” I said. “I’ll make Amber give me the passcode.”

Jason drove us back to the Sky Bar as fast as he dared, where Andrew and Sherry were already standing at the altar. I ran to Amber at the bar and opened my purse to show her I had the file. “Diana’s passcode or I give these to Ethan Valentine.”

“Dragon,” she said automatically, holding out her hand.

I ignored her hand, typed in the code, and handed the phone to Brie. She’d be able to find the video faster.

“Dad, wait,” Brie cried out, running down the short aisle.

Sherry’s expression was a mix of shock and rage and calculation.

Andrew’s eyes widened at his daughter’s state. “Brie! My God, what happened? Are you okay?”

“I’ll tell you everything, but please, watch this first.”

“Andrew, she’s clearly making a scene to delay the inevitable. I love you. Let’s finish our vows, and then we’ll have a family vacation, just the three of us.”

Sherry smiled broadly, but her eyes were full of fear.

Brie ignored Sherry and held the phone out to her father. She turned the volume up to max, and Sherry’s voice was picked up through the microphone.

“And when I’m done with Tom, Andrew’s kid will be gone, and that’ll be the perfect time for me to slip in... And after Andrew, there will be plenty more to choose from. Men aresoeasy to manipulate.”

Complete silence. Everyone turned in unison and looked at Sherry.

“It’s fake,” Sherry said, her voice unsteady.

Andrew looked from Brie, to Sherry, back to Brie. “No,” he said quietly, “it’s not.” He put his arm around his daughter and walked her back down the aisle, not giving Sherry another glance.

I loved happy endings.

Sherry stormed off the altar. “Andrew!”

Amber stuck out her foot, and Sherry tripped over it, taking the small wedding cake and champagne flutes down with her as she fell.

Kalise rushed to Sherry’s side and helped her up, then hurried with her back to the tent.

Tristan motioned to the band, and music started. Then people began to chatter, staff came out to remove the altar and chairs, and within five minutes, there was no trace that a wedding had even been planned for the evening.

Something bugged me, though, and I couldn’t figure out what. I mulled things over.

Sherry could have killed Diana to keep that video hidden, but she must have known it had been shared among other Delta Gamma sisters. And based on Diana’s comments, she was willing to wait for her payday.

I don’t know why, after days of thinking that Gino was the most likely suspect in Diana’s death, I was suddenly concerned he wasn’t guilty. If not Gino, that meant Georgie, a kid barely out of his teens, might have done it.

What had I missed?

The honeymooners came over and sat down across from me.

“You heard about Gino?” Mrs. Kent said.

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