A group of Italian teenagers cut in line in front of us and I stared down the leader of the little wolfpack as he stepped on my sneaker to get to his friends. I was just reaching for my knitting needles when Mary Alice gripped my arm.
āPlay nice,ā she murmured.
āI wasn't going to kill him,ā I muttered back. āBut a little light stabbing might teach him some manners.ā
āFocus on the job. Iāll trip him when we get inside,ā she promised.
āThatās real friendship,ā I told her.
- Killers of a Certain Age, Deanna Raybourn


















