“Mom!”
“Winnie likes Trader Joe’s,” April says defensively.
“Pull up the GM’s photos that we went on a date with,” Carolina tells me.
“Okay, here’s the NBA team’s GM. Fidget, anything?”
The dog ducks her head.
The tablet starts ringing.
“Ugh, Loony Laura.” Carolina makes a face.
Her photo pops up on the tablet.
Carolina reaches for it. “I cannot deal with her right now. She’s dead to me.”
“We are not doing the rest of her wedding, are we?” Kathy asks, eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, no way.” Carolina scowls.
Ring.
Ring ring ring.
Fidget’s tapping the bell.
The call ends, and Laura’s photo disappears.
My eyes narrow at the dog.
She stops ringing the bell.
“You don’t think…” Kathy is uncertain.
“I don’t think the bell thing is working,” Brinley says.
“Yeah, she rings the bell for food, not people,” Kathy says.
“She’s not stupid.” I pull up Laura’s LinkedIn profile.
Ring ring ring.
“Well, shit.” I suck in a breath. “Loony Laura kidnapped Winnie?”
51
WINNIE
Ican hear Nolan pacing around outside, talking to someone on the phone.
Laura is whimpering next to me.
“We need to get our story straight for the cops,” Laura tells me, rubbing her head.
“We?” I screech at her. “Wedon’t need to do anything.”
She cringes.
