There was no use calling Crew. I already knew what he'd say. Still, didn't stop me from fretting and worrying and winding up into the kind of mental state that promised I'd get not one scrap of sleep without more pills.
"I was thinking," Daisy said. Stopped. Shook her head and looked away. "It's stupid." "I wish you'd stop saying that about yourself." I squeezed her hand. "Say it."
"Well, we might not be able to help Willow," she said. "But I was thinking about what Randy told us about the family. How horrible that was. Maybe we can find something that Willow can use for her defense if the police decide to charge her after all?" She snorted at her own suggestion. "As if anything justifies murder." She exhaled deeply then perked and slapped her thighs, standing abruptly and offered me her hands while I pondered what she said. "Bed for you, miss."