“Charlie, what do you think?”

“I’m a cardiologist.”

“Who examined me for a concussion.”

He grimaced as if he regretted shining a flashlight into my eyes. “You need to trust Anarchy’s doctors.”

Anarchy nodded. “Frances has them so frightened, they get out the defibrillator paddles when I sneeze. I’m getting the best possible care.”

“Where is Mother?”

“She took Grace to get something to eat. Now—” he nodded toward an empty chair “—sit and tell me what happened with Sumner.”

“Ellison was in a fight,” said Libba. “A real roll-in-the-dust, throw-punches-that-split-her-knuckles, fist fight.”

“Ellison!”

My shoulders tensed at Mother’s appalled tone. Apparently, she and Grace were back.

“How could you?”

“The alternative was getting blown to smithereens with a 12-gauge shotgun.” I regretted those words when I saw Grace’s eyes widen.

Mother looked down her nose. “The whole story. I want the whole story.” She frowned at Libba and Charlie, who stood, then at me. I’d had the audacity to take the only seat in the room. “We need more chairs.”

She stepped into the hallway, and within seconds, orderlies carried additional chairs into Anarchy’s room.

Satisfied that everyone had a place to sit, she inclined her chin at me and said, “You may begin.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“With the fight,” said Libba.

“The fight comes at the end,” I replied.

Anarchy reached for my unbruised hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “How did you know it was Sumner?”

“Liz said suspecting and knowing weren’t the same things, and the idea rattled around my brain.”

“That’s how you figured it out?” Libba rolled her eyes. “You could have just as easily thrown darts. I was certain Thatch killed Graham.”

“I thought so, too. For a while. He had so many reasons to want Graham dead. Also, I didn't see how it could be Sumner. She was better off with Graham alive.”

“And what Liz said changed your mind?” Anarchy stared at me as if he were trying to figure out exactly how my brain worked.

“Not exactly, but it did make me think. Sumner knew Graham had affairs. That was nothing new. They’d even been to marital counseling. She suspected the woman he was seeing might be different—a real threat to her marriage—but she didn’t know. Not until Friday night.”

“What happened Friday night?” asked Grace.

“Sumner realized Misty was the other woman.”

Anarchy rubbed a small circle on the back of my hand. “How?”

“Misty made Graham’s favorite dessert. It somehow tipped off Sumner to their relationship. So, later, when Graham snuck back to the gazebo to talk to Misty, Sumner followed him and eavesdropped. She heard Misty tell Graham that she was pregnant.”

“She can’t be very far along,” said Charlie. “The woman’s got a great figure.”

Libba flicked him in the center of his forehead.

He clasped a hand to his head. “Ouch!”