She knocked on Angie and Kyle’s door. Kyle opened it. He was disheveled. Angie leapt off the bed and headed for the bathroom; Lucy noted she was naked.She blushed. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to, well—”“It’s okay. Is Patrick better?”“Yes, but still queasy. Can I come in?”“Sure.”He closed the door behind her. Angie emerged from the bathroom in a robe. “I need your help,” she said.“Like when you asked me to talk to Beth about Trevor?” Angie asked.“Right. I need to go to Patrick’s truck, but I don’t want anyone coming with me. At least, anyone but one of you.”“I don’t get it,” Kyle said.“I have to trust someone, and I don’t have anyone else. Alan and Heather are probably fine, but Patrick thinks you’re on the up-and-up.”“What’s going on?” Kyle asked.“I don’t know,” she said, not willing to give up the fact that Vanessa was murdered. “But something is weird around here, and I think Patrick figured it out but then he was drugged.
