47 Chapter 47

Isobel was lucky she landed on her ass. If she had landed face down, her drawstring purse would have hit the floor and the nicotine bottle would have smashed and drenched her. Even worse, her iPhone would have broken. Ironically, it was her wire bustle that protected her, although it made for a painful landing. Sergeant Pemberthy helped her to her feet while Detective Dillon and another officer pinned Jethro against the wall and cuffed him.

"I'll take that," Dillon said, prying a nasty-looking switchblade from Jethro's trembling hand.

"You okay?" Pemberthy asked Isobel.

She rubbed the back of her thighs under her skirt. "I'll mend. Even though I knew you guys were behind me on the stairs, when he said that about being together in death..." Her breath caught. "I'm just glad you were backing me up."