Erica, waitress and former member of the Moonlit Hearts Club, was in the diner early. She wasn’t serving, though. She sat slumped at a table near the kitchen, seeming unaware of the curious glances of those popping in for breakfast. Jared, fellow ex-cultist, patted her clumsily on the shoulder. “No one could have guessed Zach was stockpiling explosives.” Ruth refrained from glancing at Shawn. Of course no one would have suspected Zach Stirling of stockpiling explosives: the man hadn’t! Shawn had set him up. And no man had ever deserved it more. “Jared, the police don’t think you or any of the cult members were involved, do they?” “No.” Jared shook his head, black hair tumbling into his eyes. Erica brushed it back for him, and he blinked at her. They stared at one another. “You can practically hear Cupid’s bow and arrow twanging,”
