Mean Sisters: A sassy, hilariously funny murder mystery. Lindsay Emory

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       CHAPTER ELEVEN

      Casey’s eyes swept from side to side. ‘Is the room secure?’

      Normally, I would have laughed. But today the joke made me nervous. Hatfield’s visit and all the heightened emotions in the house had really put me on edge.

      ‘What’s in the briefcase?’ I asked, toeing the thing with trepidation. With Casey, one really never knew what he packed on trips. It was one of the things I loved about him. That and his talent at hair.

      Casey waved a hand. ‘The reports from HQ, like I said. They sent you like, ten years’ worth of documents.’ He rolled his eyes. Casey was a big picture person, like me. That’s why he was so good at public relations.

      ‘And Mabel asked me to come down.’

      I frowned. I had just talked to Mabel Donahue that morning. Ok, really early that morning.

      ‘Why?’ I asked.

      ‘Do you know the reason why they sent you here, to Sutton?’

      I shook my head. It wasn’t that big of a deal. I didn’t always know the reason for a chapter visit. There weren’t always specific reasons. Sometimes a chapter had a specific problem it needed help with, like rush or a problem with the university. But sometimes it was just a well-woman check-up. I was like a gynecologist that way.

      Casey’s face was grim. ‘A month ago, they got a call from Liza McCarthy, requesting a meeting in Atlanta at headquarters.’

      That was interesting. ‘How did that go?’

      Casey shook his head. ‘For some reason, a few days later, she called and canceled. Mabel said she was really upset and talked about quitting the Chapter Advisor position. That’s when Mabel decided that it was time for a Sisterhood Mentor to come and check out the chapter, generally speaking. She thought maybe it had gotten too stressful for some reason, or that there was something that Liza wasn’t telling her.’

      ‘Mabel didn’t say anything about any of this to me this morning,’ I said.

      Casey gave me a look that said he loved me but he thought I was ridiculous. ‘You called her at two in the morning.’

      ‘Why would I wait until morning to tell her someone died?’ Like that made sense.

      Casey ignored my question. ‘She didn’t really remember all this until the police officer called this morning, asking about Liza McCarthy.’

      I groaned at the mention of a police officer. ‘Hatfield.’

      ‘Who?’ Casey asked.

      ‘The police officer here who doesn’t understand sororities. He’s prejudiced.’

      Casey nodded. He understood. People could be intolerant to people like Casey.

      I still didn’t understand something. ‘So why did Mabel send you down here? Why didn’t she just call me and tell me all this?’

      Casey smiled like something was about to get good. ‘Because right after the po-po called, Mabel got another call from her hairdresser who also does the hair of a Mrs Barbra Kline.’

      My face was probably blank as a board. The name didn’t mean anything to me. I didn’t keep up with the sorority gossip scene like Casey did. I was too busy traveling the country and saving the world.

      Casey rushed on, dying to get to the good stuff. ‘Mrs Barbra Kline is also known as Mabel’s counterpart at a certain organization we like to call Try Moo.’

      Mu Mu Mu. Also known as Tri Mu. Also known as Try Moo. Or simply, the Moos. Also known as Delta Beta’s sister sorority and archenemy. Yes, those two relationships coincide quite well, thank you.

      Hearing the Moos’ name sent a shiver all over me. ‘What did the hairdresser say about Mrs Kline?’

      ‘Mrs Kline told the hairdresser that it was a shame the Sutton chapter of Delta Beta was about to close so soon.’

      I sucked in a breath. ‘What? That cow!’

      ‘I know!’ Casey said, matching my indignation.

      My mind reeled with the news. So far, I had seen nothing that would indicate that the Sutton chapter was having any problems serious enough to warrant suspension of chapter activities or expulsion from the campus. So basically, that meant that …

      ‘Mrs Kline is a big fat liar!’

      Casey nodded like that was no big surprise. ‘But Mabel’s nervous that Barbra Kline knows something that she doesn’t. And she’s nervous about Liza’s death after that cop said that it wasn’t natural.’

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