The cavernous room was empty of people, except for the seated women in the center.
“Where should I put this casserole?” she asked. The women glared.
“You’re late,” Ann-Louise said. “As usual.”
“My oven was on the fritz, and you can’t imagine how hard it is to create a kale-wasabi casser – ”
“SILENCE!” Rejoice thundered. Amy flinched, and the rest of the women stared at her stonily.
Cate walked to Amy and tore the rosette from her shoulder.
“Latecomers do not deserve membership in Murderesses, Inc.”