“Fuck,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “Everything was going so well until Heather turned up. The woman is a fucking one-woman napalm bomb.”

“Leave it with me, Barry,” Cassie said. “I’ll see if I can find her. It just doesn’t seem like her to leave Abby like that. Something must have happened.”

“Yeah,” he said, “Heather happened.”

Becky picked her phone up off the bedside table. She didn’t know how long she’d slept or what time ...