“What are you doing?” I repeat. Mollie’s eyebrows snap together. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m bartending.” “You got booze back there?” “No drinking and riding allowed.” Her lips curl into a smirk as she pours lemonade into the glass. “Kids are having a ball.” She holds out the glass. Like me, it’s already sweating in the morning heat. “Did you poison it?” I eye the lemonade. “Take a sip and find out.” “Would that be murder or manslaughter?” Mollie lifts a shoulder, her eyes on mine. “Neither. I cover my tracks.” “You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.” I take the lemonade, the cold
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