As I started my truck up, Mazie asked, “How the hell does she know about Raven’s grandmother?”
Cash and I both sat there, staring out the windshield at Mrs. Jacobs, standing on the front porch, watching us like a hawk, while a smirk permanently sat on her face, as if she thought that she had won whatever game she was playing.
“The only way she could have known was if she was involved, and if I found out she was, I am going to make sure she pays for it.” Raven said from the backseat beside Mazie, making me turn my attention to my rearview mirror to see the fake smile no longer on Raven’s face, but in its place was the look of determination to get to the bottom of who was responsible for killing her grandmother.
Cash, at that moment, turned around to look at Raven, as he said to her, “D
