Chapter Twelve
“That went smoothly. Good going, Leah. Anyone else’s heart you want to rip out today?”
I should have known better than to ask.
“Nah, I leave the organ-ripping to the killer. Is the tongue even an organ?” she replied, causing me to blanch and fake-wretch. “Whatever, AJ. My tactics got us the information we came for, didn’t they?”
“Not sure where they got us—other than they confirmed she wrote the book and probably didn’t kill Erica. Point being, I hope it was worth losing a friend over.”
“Grace? She’ll be okay, I’ll—”
“What? Buy her African Violets and Peanut Butter Frangos with a ‘Sorry I was a giant boob’ card attached?” I interjected.
“No, wisecracker, Grace will be fine. She has a temper like a redhead but she’ll cool down soon. I’ll talk to her tomorrow. For now,
