Thyme To Live: A We Sisters Three Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
We took the N Train to Barclays Center. During the ride, which lasted about a half an hour, we talked in low voices, forehead to forehead, sketching out our next moves as we swayed from side to side with the car. After Union Square, two seats opened up next to each other and we snagged them. I pulled out my phone and texted my next day’s clients an apologetic cancellation, citing a nasty bout of food poisoning. Then I sent Rosemary and Sage a long text, explaining that I was about to go dark for a day or two. I told them not to worry if they couldn’t reach me. Then I removed the battery from my phone and stowed it in my purse. I knew the warning text was useless. If anything it would probably make my sisters ramp up their level of concern, but I couldn’t just drop off the face of the earth with no notice. I’d have their hides if they ever pulled a stunt like that. Beside me, Victor made whatever excuses he needed to make at work in a text of his own and then took out his phone’s battery.
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