Unlucky 13 (Women's Murder Club 13)

Richie stood up, pointed to the chair, and said, “Keep my seat warm. I’ll be right back.”

When Richie was gone, Cindy opened the bag of candy and bit into a chocolate-covered orange peel. Delicious.

She rolled down the top of the bag and held it for a while, thinking about Lake Street. About Richie. About how she was very much alive.

Hey. It would be really fun to do something with Richie again.

Cindy put the white paper bag on the table by the bed, grabbed the clicker, and turned on the TV.