“Piper is right behind me,” I gasped. “She has a knife. She’s the real killer.”

“Detective!” Harry bellowed as he dragged me away from the open door.

Stewart and a constable jogged up to us right as Piper was stepping out of the tunnel. She held the knife in one hand and was blinking against the daylight. As soon as she locked in on the detective, she cried, “Arrest that woman, she tried to kill me!”

I scoffed. “Right. Who’s holding the knife, Piper?”

“Calm down, ladies,” Detective Stewart said. “Just calm down.”

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down,” Piper cried. She pointed the knife at the detective, who wisely backed up.

I certainly didn’t agree with Piper on, well, anything, but even I had to admit it is very patronizing when a man tells you to calm down, especially when you have every right to be upset. And I did have a right to be upset because I’d almost been killed.

“Ms. May, put the knife down,” Detective Stewart said. His tone didn’t allow for negotiation but Piper didn’t seem to care.

“No.” She pointed the knife in my direction. “She’ll kill me if I don’t protect myself.”

“With the detective standing right here?” I asked. “Does that seem even remotely likely?”

“You are unstable,” she said. “You crashed the party of your boyfriend and threw cake at him in a jealous rage. Of course you will kill me for being the love of your fiancé’s life.”

“What?” Harry cried. “We went on two dates. Two terrible dates.”

“It’s all right, Harrison,” she said. “I love you, too.”

Okay, now she was pushing my buttons. She stepped away from the tunnel, still brandishing the knife. I glanced past her and there was Viv, lurking in the shadows of the doorway. She put her finger to her lips.

“Don’t talk to my fiancé like that,” I said. I tried to look jealous or furious, hoping to distract Piper from noticing any movement behind her.

“I’ll talk to him any way I like,” Piper said. “You don’t actually think he’s going to marry you now that I’m available again, do you?”

Detective Stewart’s eyes went wide. In her play to make me jealous, she’d also outed herself as not caring that the man she should have been marrying right that very moment was dead.

“Ms. May, that seems very coldhearted of you, and on your wedding day,” Detective Stewart said. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Piper immediately struck a dramatic pose, putting the back of her hand on her forehead. “Goodness, I don’t know what I’m saying. Wrestling the knife from her when she tried to kill me has made me quite distraught.”

I rolled my eyes. “That did not happen.”