The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

rattled against her wrist, but she stepped over a puddle of champagne and gripped my good arm.

“Get away from her, Sarah,” Evelyn snapped. The Mayor was struggling to regain her breath, her chest heaving under her ruined silver crepe suit. “She is a federal suspect. You are aiding a criminal.”

“She’s bleeding, Mrs. Sterling,” Sarah said, her voice wavering,continue reading …