“Well, shoot. That phone is probably with the murderer.” She turns to me. “You’re a computer wiz. Track it and find it, and let’s solve this thing.”
“I can’t do that. That’s not how computers work. I’m not a wizard.”
“Really? Don’t virgins turn into wizards at age thirty?”
“It’s age forty, which I’m not. And I’m not a virgin,” I snap.
Several people look at me askance.
I lower my voice. “I have had sex before.”
Willow slow claps. “Good for you.”
“And I’m going to have it again.”
“With Mrs. Cabot?”
I don’t like her shit-eating grin. I step back.
“Be careful. My granny claims she gave everyone at the yacht club gonorrhea. Also, crap.” She turns and heads back into the station.
“What are you—”
“Hey, Bobby! Let Gran out of the cell, please.”
Bobby shuffles.
“Bobby,” she warns. “Now.I have things to do today, and I’m not coming back down here by the time you actually process her.”
“You have to pay bail.”
“Do you want me to rescind the invite to her ugly-sweater party?”
“Can I have a cookie?”
Willow sighs and hands over the box.
His keys jingle as he opens the cell door.
Her grandmother, Beryl, yawns and smacks her lips. “Partied a little too hard.” She winks at me. “Ding-dong, Jonah is dead,” she hums.
7
WILLOW
Itext Josie after I drop Gran off at her house with instructions to please take a shower.
Willow:Hey wanted to see if you wanted to hang out and talk through this murder investigation?
Willow:Can’t believe I’m writing those words.
Willow:This year has truly been the worst.
Josie:I’m busy with the kids but I’ll stop by your stall a little later ok?
Josie:I promise we’ll hang later! Save me some of those cookies!
I blink back tears.
