“She’s not going to be at the show tonight,” Brenda said under her breath. “I know it in my bones.” I felt the same thing. It made me jittery. When I closed my eyes, the image of her on her knees overwhelmed me. Had those men hurt Maureen? “Should we tell him . . . tell him what we saw the other night? What we saw Maureen doing?” She spun on me, and at first I thought she was going to yell at me for bringing up the thing we’d promised to forget. But she didn’t look mad. She looked surprised, and then scared. “Heather, Sheriff Nillson was there. I thought you knew.”
