Chapter 91

“Oh my God, you’ve been shot!” Kylie said.

“Your mother shot him!” Keith blurted out from the other room.

“What?!”

Archie still didn’t answer my call. So much for him dropping everything the moment I reached out.

Though Officer Glass and three other cops arrived before Karen Kelly could tell her daughter the entire story about diamonds and murder, the wait felt interminable. Once finally in my car, speeding toward Archie, steering with one hand while the other arm bled, I prayed to the heavens he’d be all right.

Preston’s car was in the driveway. If they were going out, they hadn’t left yet. Preston, no doubt, was more interested in Faye’s belongings than her nephew. I cursed myself for encouraging Archie to have any interest in the conniving cop from Westchester via Oregon. It was another mistake to add to my long list of regrets.