“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 pressing into my hand. “Nice Brooks & Dunn reference. But no, I most certainly will not miss you.”
