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meaning to do all night. I drew a line through Missy and Lorna. When I had Googled them the
night before, I had found nothing remotely incriminating or suspect, although I had learned a
couple of interesting tidbits. Namely that Lorna had two older sisters, one at Oxford and the other
getting an advanced degree from MIT, which might just account for her obvious inferiority
complex. And that Missy had had a younger brother who had passed away at the age of eight of
leukemia, which made her seem human for the first time ever. But that was it. Nothing else
interesting. And when I really thought about it, I realized that neither of them had been acting at
all strangely since Cheyenne's death. Missy had ice in her veins, so I could maybe believe that of
her, but Lorna... Lorna would never have been able to pull off a murder plot without losing it a
little. She would have been paranoid, jumpy, weepy, something. But she had never been any of
the above. It just didn't add up.
Up at the counter, Amberly let out a tinkling laugh and I cringed.
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Amazing how the list of people I couldn't stand wa
s growing exponentially, even as my list of
suspects dwindled. The only people left on it now were Astrid, Marc Alberro, S.O., and Ivy.
Speak of the devil.... At that moment, Ivy walked through the door, clutching Josh's hand, their
heads bent close together as they whispered to each other. The sight of them was a cattle prod to
my ass and I immediately stood up to gather my things. There was no way I was going to sit here
and watch the two of them get all touchy-feely over lattes. No way in hell.
My sudden movement caught Ivy's attention and she smiled at me triumphantly, reaching up to
kiss Josh's cheek as they continued on their way. Josh, luckily, was oblivious to my presence. I
wasn't sure if I could deal with the humiliation of him seeing the look on my face right then.
I shoved my notebook into my bag and headed for the door, but my scarf got snagged on an
empty chair. I struggled to free it, and when I finally did, I stumbled back a couple of steps. Right
into Amberly Carmichael.
There was a sputter and a splash and suddenly my sneakers were covered in light brown liquid.
"Ugh! You bitch! Look what you did!" Amberly blurted.
Her white coat was covered in what appeared to be chai latte, and some had splattered on her
white sweater as well. She held the almost empty cup out as the liquid dripped from the hem of
