“You have to help me! Use your weird psychic mumbo jumbo or whatever you have to do. Just don’t let me get murdered,” Griffin whined against her thighs. He looked worryingly pale beneath the orange of his spray tan. “Want me to poke all his pressure points at the same time?” Nick’s cousin-in-law, the ferocious Josie Chan, offered from her battle stance next to her husband, Brian, on the front porch.
