I prayed that Larry or Amber Lee would find me, and that Liv would be spared. Sarah Anderson might be petite, but I’d seen those muscles of hers, from all that working out in the gym. But I didn’t plan to go down without a fight. I looked around, grabbed a white rose from a pail nearby, and held it out like a weapon. Pretty pitiful, but at least the thorns might do some damage, maybe help Bixby identify my killer. Sarah halted, looking confused at the long-stemmed rose. A flash of movement came from the cooler door. Liv charged into the walk-in. Without stopping, she knocked Sarah to the ground. Sarah squirmed and turned. She raised her hand, still clutching the knife, poised now to strike Liv in the back. If my next actions were instinctive, I’ll admit to having strange instincts. I wrapped the rose stem around Sarah’s arm and tugged, trying to pull her arm and the knife away from Liv.
