Girls came and went, and while the surroundings were different, the conversations were much the same as if they had occurred in a basement on the South Side. It was late afternoon when Carmen made her way to the kitchen. “I thought Detective Montgomery might have a stroke yesterday.” She took a swig from her water bottle. “He looked like he wanted to wring your neck.” Liz laughed and reached for her coffee cup. She took one sip and dumped the rest down the drain. No coffee was better than cold coffee. “He thinks we’re idiots.” “He might be right.” She hesitated. “What time was Mary’s appointment?” she asked softly. Liz looked at the clock. “Three hours ago.” “Did you call her?” “Four times.” Carmen didn’t say anything. Finally, she sighed. “There’s something very wrong here.” “I know.
