Dead Between the Lines (24 page)

“Maybe they won’t be too bad,” Skye murmured, watching as a beautiful woman in her early forties arrived. She had a camera around her neck, but it didn’t obscure the view of the décolletage revealed by her low-cut tank top.

The new arrival ignored the angry mutterings about her tardiness, murmuring “Birdbrains of a feather sure flock together.” Her lips in a thin, dissatisfied line, she began assembling everyone on the steps. When she was satisfied with the arrangement, she handed the large poster she’d been carrying to a woman in front. While the group leader lined up her shot, Skye read the sign. Printed in a nautical blue was the phrase
WELCOME U-KNITTED NATIONS.
Centered underneath, were the words
DIAMOND COUNTESS 2007
.

Another flash of apprehension trickled down Skye’s vertebrae. This was a knitting group. Her mom and dad were taking a cruise with May’s knitting group. She
had
seen her mother yesterday.
Oh. My. God.
Skye’s parents were on her honeymoon!