“Jesus. Well, she’s not there. I’m lookin’ right at her,” Brock said.
“I know.” I turned back to the evidence at hand. “Harmony’s pretty sure Melody’s the one who called in the ‘tip’ just to mess with her.”
“Sister revenge is brutal.”
“Yep,” I said. “I sent you evidence pics. I have no idea where the head is, but if I find it, I’ll gather what I can from that as well.”
“Okay,” he said. “Did you send them to Dallas as well?”
“Yeah. And Matt.”
“Okay. We’ll work it from this end. Let Harmony know her sister’s safe.”
“I will. Thanks, brother.”
“Sure.”
We hung up and I let myself back in the house. “Mia?”
“Still here,” she called from the kitchen.
I made my way there, and found her scooping ice cream into a cone. I leaned across the island and smiled.
“Want some?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Nah, I’m good. I don’t like the idea of leaving you here alone.”
“Mom and Dad’ll be home in like, five minutes.”
“I’ll hang out for a bit, then.”
“Knock yourself out,” she said, throwing the ice cream back in the freezer drawer, then grabbing a glass of wine. “I’m gonna eat and drink my feelings.”
I chuckled. “Sounds like a plan.”
Just as I sat on the sofa, the front door beeped and Wendy called out, “Harmony?”
“Nope. Just me, Mom,” Mia called back.
“And me,” I said.
“Mia? What are you doing here, honey?” Wendy asked, dropping her purse on the kitchen peninsula. “What happened to Seattle?”
“Long story. I think you should sit down, though.”
“Why?” she asked, sitting down slowly.
“Someone kind of murdered your cat.”
Wendy gasped. “What?”
“Jesus, Mia,” I hissed.
“It’s the wine,” she said. “Sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to just blurt that out.”
Wendy shook her head, tears running down her face. “I raised you, honey, I know you. But this sucks.”
“We’re going to figure out who did it,” I promised.
