Chapter Nineteen
Olivia and I swung around to see henna-haired Zelda standing there. Zelda scowled at the frying pan and Olivia. “Say, what’s going on here? What’s the meaning of this?”
Olivia brandished the pan at her with little jabs and Zelda snorted. “You’ve got to be kidding,” Zelda said flatly.
Olivia gasped, dropped the pan to the floor, and shoved her way past Zelda and out the door.
Zelda narrowed her eyes at the door. “What was all that about, Ann?”
I sank into a chair around my kitchen table and laughed shakily. “I’m afraid it was exactly what it looked like. You saved the day, Zelda. And, most likely, my life.”
Zelda straightened a bit. “Well, you know, sometimes I have excellent instincts.” She pressed her lips together and took out her cell phone. “Police? I’d like to r
