Faith’s voice rose to a high pitch. “Foul play? What happened?”
“We don’t really know yet, but I’ve called Red, and he’s on his way over.”
Sure enough, the faint sounds of a siren or two could be heard in the distance.
“We should move you back up to the party so you can sit down,” said Myrtle firmly.
Faith said, “No. No, I think I should stay with her. It’s the least I can do.” She took in a rattling breath. “Someone told me that she’d taken a smoke break. I had no idea . . . this is so . . .”
Miles said, “I’ll grab a chair.”
Myrtle grasped Faith’s arm while Miles did grab a chair, in the off-chance Faith’s swaying became more pronounced.
“Where’s Holden?” asked Myrtle.
Faith shook her head. “I’m not sure.” Her lips pressed together, forming a thin line.
Myrtle frowned. “Wer
