As Laurie got past her surprise over seeing at least two other women with knives, she wondered who’d taken hers. “Who took my knife?” she quietly asked, her gaze darting around the small group of women.

There was awkward lip-licking, averted gazes, and head shakes, but no one spoke up.

“I saw John pass Charlie a knife when they were taking Sindy out…” Trix slowly said, glowering at Laurie. “Maybe you left it in her back,” she accused in a shrill tone.

Laurie ...