“Where the hell are you?” said Gloria snottily.
As if she needed this from her sister today.
“Why the hell do you care?”
“I don’t. But Grandpa wants to talk to you.”
“I’m busy. Tell him to call me later.”
“Yeah. Right. Grandpa operating a cell phone. That’s a good one. And because you didn’t answer Mom’s or Dad’s calls, I have to do this.”
Chrissy checked her messages and swore. “I was busy. I thought I’d lost my phone.”
“No excuse. You’d better get over here before all three of them pitch a fit.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I’m a little tied up.”
“You’re not getting kinky in your spinsterhood, are you?”
The policeman came to the window. “Ms. Serafini?”
How did he know her name?
“Come with me, please.”
“Who’s that?” asked Gloria.
“A policeman.”
“Ms. Serafini,” he said more sternly. “Put your phone down.”
“I have to go, Gloria.”
“What? Why? What did you do?”
Chrissy imagined Gloria’s over-glossed lips opening and closing like a fish as Chrissy hung up on her. Good. Serves her right for being so nosey. Chrissy hung up the phone. “Am I under arrest, officer?”
“No, ma’am. But you may be a material witness to a crime. The detectives would like you to go to the station to give your statement.”
“What crime?” She shook her head. “I’ve got nothing to say.”
“You mean you won’t cooperate?”
“No. I mean I didn’t see or hear anything.”
The policeman frowned. “Ms. Serafini—”
“How do you know my name?”
“Ran your plates. Ms. Serafini, I’d appreciate it if you could just come with me. Your car is part of the crime scene now.”
“What? Why?”
“Because a man has been shot here, Ms. Serafini.”