A Frightening Fangs-giving

use Macy’s picture as your avatar anymore.”
“Fine.” Georgie pulls her phone out and snaps a picture of me.
“Hey!” I shout as I try to snatch the phone from her, but she holds it out of my grasp.
Macy gives a husky laugh. “It doesn’t feel so good now that the profile is on the other face, does it, Bizzy?”
“No, it doesn’t,” I say as I inadvertently give the kittens a jostle as I try to snatch the phone again to no avail. “Speaking of men, Macy, how are things going between you and Flint?”
Pumpkin sniffs in Macy’s direction. What happened to Hunter? She didn’t eat him, did she?
Cookie mewls, Of course, she did. He was nice and kind. I bet she had him for dessert.
Macy swings her hips. “Flint and I just so happen to be going out later this evening. He’s taking me out on a mystery date that he promised would be out of this world.”
“And there you go,” Georgie grunts. “See there, kids?” She leans toward the kittens as she says it. “Auntie Macy gets to have all the fun with the men. Ask me how many men have proposed to take me out on a mystery date? Exactly goose egg.” She holds her hand up in the shape of an O. “Teach me your ways, Macy. Now that I’m rolling in dough, I’m willing to ante up to become your pupil. I’ll cut my hair, dye it blonde, and get a whole new leather wardrobe just to do whatever it takes to land a man like the one you’ve got.”
I snort at the thought. “The one she’s got just might be a killer. Macy, what do you know about this guy? He’s a councilman, so what? He was two-timing Ember with you. That shows he has a terrible moral compass.”
Macy tosses her head back. “I never asked for monogamy.”
My mouth falls open. “Macy, you’re going to lose him how you got him.”
She gives a hard blink. “What part of I hate monogamy don’t you understand? I’ll probably be the one to introduce him to his next Mrs. Right Now.”
Georgie raises her hand. “I volunteer as dating tribute!”
Now it’s me groaning. “Macy, have you ever heard him mention a woman by the name of Laurel Crabtree?”
“No.” Her lids hood a notch. “I don’t know how you and Jasper like to spend your alone time, but we don’t mention other men or women.”
Georgie shakes her head my way. “Who knew Bizzy would turn out to be the kinkier of the Baker sisters?”
“Oh hush,” I say. “Macy, I’m serious. Has he ever mentioned Ember?”
“Why would he mention Ember? We didn’t talk about her when she was alive. We certainly don’t mention her now that she’s gone.” Okay, so I thought it was strange he didn’t bring her up the very night she was murdered, but I certainly wasn’t going to spoil the mood.
“Macy! You were with him the night that Ember died?” I don’t even bother to hide the fact I just read her mind.
She shrugs it off. “Someone needed to comfort him.”
“Men in mourning!” Georgie spikes a finger. “Why didn’t I think of that? I bet the cemetery is crawling with men looking to have a good time.”
Macy shakes her head. “Try the morgue.”
“Would you two quit?” I step in close to my cold-hearted sister. “Macy, I’d watch out for him if I were you. Flint Butler is—”
“Right here!” Her voice climbs an octave as she dives forward and falls right into his arms.
“Ladies.” Flint offers both Georgie and me a nod as he wraps an arm around my sister. He’s wearing a wool coat with a thick brown knotted scarf and looks happily cozy—as killers who think they’re getting away with murder are prone to do.
Sugar Shack is introduced, and the crowd goes wild. Soon the melody of their most popular song filters through the speakers, and suddenly I wish I had Jasper here to sway to the music with.
“Detective Wilder.” Flint tips his head up a notch, and I glance back to see the exact man I was hoping would materialize by my side. “Just in time for the concert, I see. Something tells me you always have impeccable timing.” Flint sheds an apprehensive smile. Which reminds me to avoid this man like the plague. And why is he suddenly always around? Is he onto me? Is this about Laurel or Ember?
A breath hitches in my throat. “Sugar Shack just started,” I say with every intention of pulling Jasper off to the side and filling him in on Flint’s nefarious and obviously guilty thoughts.
“Actually”—Jasper’s brows hover over his pale eyes—“I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay for the concert. I’m here on official business. There’s been a development in the case. I’m here to make an arrest.”
Flint’s eyes widen a notch, and his face turns as pale as the sand on the beach.
Jasper nods. “I’m sorry, Macy. You’re under arrest for the murder of Ember Sweet.”
I knew it! Spice yelps as she does her best to jump out of my papoose.
Cookie lands her paw onto my chest. Oh, I could have told you she was the killer. Look at those teeth.
Pumpkin mewls, The better to eat men with. She’s a killer, all right.
My sister is not a killer.
Now to prove it—to these cats—and to my husband, of all people.

Chapter 12
Macy Baker has been arrested for the murder of Ember Sweet.
Arrested. For the life of me, I can’t wrap my head around it. Yesterday, after my own husband all but slapped the cuffs on my sister, utter chaos ensued. Huxley, my mother, and I drove down to the Seaview Sheriff’s Department and watched helplessly as they processed my rather furious sibling. Macy put up a fight, and it was nothing short of a riot. They had to put her in restraints, and then when that wasn’t enough, they threatened to mace her.
My mother was irate—Ree Baker saves her tears for the pillow. She managed to