"Holy Moly indeed," Gretchen repeated. "Who would want to frame me for murder? I can't think of anyone who doesn't like me." Abby drank the remainder of the liquid in her glass. She crossed her eyes. "Don't you? You can be a bit too much." Gretchen pursed her lips as though she was ready to unload on her young friend. Instead, she laughed as she looked down at Abby. "Well, what's the point of living if you are just okay? There is...