Most Likely to Murder

They ended up going to a park. It was mostly empty at this time of night, though a few kids still ran through the gravel area around the play structures and through the swings.

There were some covered picnic tables, and the group chose the one farthest away, where they would be least likely to be overheard.

Rick took the empty spot next to Martina at the end, burying his hands in his pockets. For a moment, they all stared at each other, no one knowing quite how to start.

Nika pinched her lower lip between her thumb and forefinger, deep in thought. Her cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold, her dark hair tied back in a ponytail. Rick wished that this was a different time, and he was just here with her talking. Instead of…well, everything else.