Little Shop of Homicide (33 page)

Even though Skye wasn’t very good at judging the direction the sounds were coming from, she thought the racket must be in the lounge area back by the alleys. While she was trying to decide whether to continue on to the grill or go toward the noise, she heard an angry male voice bellow Bunny’s name. A few beats went by, and that same voice thundered an indistinguishable sentence. A nanosecond later, a woman screamed.

Okay
. That definitely had not come from the alleys. Skye dashed down the narrow hallway into the grill, but it was empty. Where was the yelling coming from? Wait. The shouting had sounded echoey. The argument had to be taking place in the basement.

Several large rooms used for parties and banquets ran under the length of the bowling alley. Despite her bad memories of having been locked down there with Simon when their mothers had once tried to reunite them, Skye raced through the open door and down the stairs.

At the bottom, she stopped and stared. An extraordinarily large man wearing a gray suit jacket over a faded
Metallica T-shirt and dark sweat pants with a white stripe down the leg was cuddling a fluffy white angora cat in one enormous arm while dangling a stunningly beautiful woman by her throat with the other hand.

It appeared that Skye had found Frannie’s emergency.