Penny sat in the sun room, feet up, reading. Her guilty pleasure was awfully cheesy crime thrillers, where the little old lady with no connection to anything comes along and solves everything while ruining evidence and making amazing leaps that no one would actually follow. It was stupid and silly and she loved it.
Her bag buzzed and it was with a fair amount of annoyance she answered. Really, was one or two days so much to ask for? Without taking her eyes off the book, she reached into the bag and snapped open the small compact, answering it her usual smile and tone before looking at the caller: one rather panicked and shaken Miss Kyrano.
She put down the book, the terrible contents forgotten as she sat up, concern causing those near-perfect features to frown. Before she could even ask what was wrong, Kayo was crying again. It was John, John had done it and at first Penny didn't understand—John had done what? Honestly, what could he do that would make the woman who had spent far too long admiring him from a distance sob like this? But before she could ask for clarification, the small, blue woman pulled in a ragged breath and looked at Penny with heartbroken eyes.
He had tried to kill Virgil and now she was scared he would try to kill her, because she knew and now she was trapped and she needed help. To be saved.
Penny's mind reeled. John had…?
Well, in terms of the situation it made sense. It had only been them alone in the room, and the reason for the sudden surge had baffled the staff, but, John, really? They were siblings, they had never even been in a fist fight, not as far as she knew, anyway. The two weren't the most volatile of the lot.
It was John...?
Why on earth would he do this, what kind of motive would push someone to kill their brother?
They needed a plan and for that Penny needed to know everything, quickly. Just as quickly as she could find Parker.