“Well, that was weird,” Jake said.
“Yeah,” Amy replied, dropping from the chandelier in a perfect landing. Jake crawled out from under the sofa.
Francine stepped out from behind the curtains. All three of them looked at the front door where seconds before Terry and Marcia had departed.
Jake said, “I always knew Terry was up to no good, but…” He shook his head.
“I know!” Francine said, sheathing her knife. “That bastard. Who knew he would go so far as to…