Chapter 20
"Irefuse." I decline the invite, as well as the possibility of uncovering something I'd rather stay buried. "You'll have to go without me."
"Your loss. Phoebe?"
"I mean… I guess. Right now?"
"Yes, before it gets busy this morning. Mara, maybe you can even distract the cop who comes to take our statement, just in case someone calls in that we're 'trespassing.'"
"You are trespassing," I remind her. "You and Phoebe keep your phones on. I'll stay back and get us ready for check out."
"Deal." Sabrina gives me a quick high-five, and I get this unsettling feeling that it'll be the last time I see them.
Stop, Mara. They have safety in numbers. If anything, I'm the one who'll be left alone, left to fend for myself if someone comes back.
I guess leaving the ominous note on the door didn't work. They're still going. Nothing I can do now but wait.