CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Friday, 2 p.m. – 1 day, 1 hour before the wedding
Benny Simms boosted himself up onto the tall wooden fence at the back of the house Angie Amalfi had entered. He had been able to grab the top and pull himself high enough that he could see over it while pressing the rubber soles of his tennis shoes hard against the wood so he wouldn’t slide back down. But he wondered if he had the arm strength to pull the rest of his body high enough to get his leg up to the top of the fence and then over it.
From where he hung, he couldn’t see inside the house. He didn’t know if she was alone or not.
If he could manage to climb over the fence and then inch closer to the house, he should be able to sneak up to a window and find out what the situation was.
Somehow, he had to find the st
