"Two more dead people are back, Leigh," Jo yelled into the phone. "Why aren't you freaking out?"

"I am." I juggled my cell from ear to ear while I painted over my black nail polish with purple. Everything I'd seen lately that was associated with black made the color not as cool anymore. I wasn't even wearing any. Except for the studded black cuffs around my wrists, but those didn't count because the studs were silver. "Believe me, I am."

"The cop that got away spread ...