Chapter 79
INT. - PHILO'S BAR AND GRILLE - NIGHT
Ray sipped her wine while Gerri glowered over her beer and Kinsey sat with her eyes downcast, picking at her salad. It was hard not to sigh and prod them both, lost in their own little worlds. So much for their usual girl dinner of laughter and stress relief.
At this rate, Gerri wouldn't be the only one who needed a therapist.
"Ladies," she said, finally raising her glass, refusing to let a little thing like murder ruin her night. "A toast. To catching killers."
Gerri grumbled but clinked her bottle against Ray's glass while Kinsey offered a slight, nervous smile and did so more delicately.
"Honestly, Gerri," Ray said. "I don't know what you're so worked up about. You caught the killer. Did your job yet again for the good people of Silver City." Maybe she'd drunk too much wine too quickly for her own good. But the two grouses at her table hadn't made her night any brighter. And the half carafe of cabernet sauvignon went down oh so easy.