Chapter 11

Crystal knelt beside Ruby's bed. "What happened?" "Help me get these covers off." Ruby grunted.

As Crystal lugged off the blankets, she discovered why Ruby didn't want Paul hanging around. Tylenol would not help now.

Ruby still wore the black bodysuit. A pool of blood stained the cream-colored sheets beneath her.

"Shot?" She'd hoped the smear of blood on the brick was an accident, a cut or something.

No one had gotten this close to them.

"Call Dad."

"And if Paul shows up while he's still here?" They had enough to worry about without Dad in the picture. Her sister's fiancé might recognize him as a criminal. Would he even believe them if they told him their dad was framed by Westridge, that his corporation had their mother killed, and tried to do the same to them when they were kids?

"We'll deal with that when the time comes." Her sister's brow knitted.