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My cheeks tinged bright red—the curse of being auburn. “When you put it like that, it sounds bad.”
She snorted. “Because it is?” Still no judgment, though.
It let me whisper, “I’d be free of her.”
“Ugh. True. She’s such a bitch. She has everyone but me hating you in school.”
Hurt washed through me as I started back toward the house. “I know.”
“And at church, they all avoid you like you have leprosy.”
“I’m well aware,” I grumbled. “You don’t need to rub salt in the wound.”
“Just keeping it real.” She hummed. “Hey, if the bitchisdead, you’d be able to move in with your dad. And we’d be closer. His house is only two blocks away from mine.”
The hurt faded and was replaced with hope. “That would be awesome.”
“On the other hand, if the bikerdidkill her, then you’re fucked because you’re a loose end.”
“That’s tomorrow’s problem.”
She snickered. “It’s a pretty big problem but I’ll hide you under my bed. Don’t worry.”
My smile was feeble. “Either way, if she’s dead or not, it’s best if she doesn’t know that I saw what I saw.”
“I don’t know what you saw.”
“Me either, but she wouldn’t have wanted me to see it. Whatever it was.”
“Confusing.”
“Definitely. But you know what she’s like.”
“Spiteful? Cruel? Vindictive? Makes the Wicked Witch of the West look warm and cuddly?”
“Yeah. All that. But she’s secretive as heck too.” I sucked in a breath as I walked along the garden path toward the front door. “I’m here,” I mumbled. “I’d better go.”
“Keep me on the line. If she’s dead and you have to find her body, you’ll need moral support.”
I had to reason that both of us were so blasé about my mother’s potential murder because we were the spawn of the Irish mob—the Five Points.
Well, that, and Mother truly was horrible.
I didn’t think Father Doyle liked her and he was a priest—he had to treat everyone with the same amount of disdain apart from Uncle Aidan, the head of the Five Points, of course.
“Okay, I’m going in.”
“One small step for man,” Sarah teased, “one giant step for Mary Catherine.”
Ignoring her, I opened the door then called out, “I’m home!”
There was silence.
My heart started pounding.
Hope spilled inside me.
“Maybe sheisdead?” Sarah whispered. “Just think, with her gone, you might make up with your dad?”
