Garrett had been delayed for a short time, so he wouldn’t be getting to Ricki’s for another hour to an hour and a half. Apparently he’d had to talk with the police, giving them all of the information he could, as they started their manhunt for Deena—or rather, Diane Donatello, which was apparently her real name. It wasn’t going to be easy to get used to that, or the possibility that Deena could be a killer who’d murdered two women she’d said she cared for. Ricki had seen the pain in Deena’s eyes as she talked about the two women and having lost them. To believe that she was responsible for their deaths was almost unfathomable. Ricki parked her car inside the garage, climbed out of the vehicle, and slammed the door shut behind her. The force she put into it came from her increasing anger. As she drove back to Prescott, she’d had a lot of time to work things over in her mind and ultimately what she felt was used. She could see now how Deena had orchestrated every meeting, every event.
