“There’s a party at Kaylie’s next Saturday. You should come.” “Kaylie and I don’t really hang out.” It’s true, since I’ve spoken maybe twelve words to Kaylie in my life, and some have been things like “Excuse me” and “That’s my pencil.” “Everyone can come. The whole senior class.” “I’ll wait for ...
The break-in was absurdly easy. The spare key was exactly where Corabelle had said it would be: stashed under the got beer? doormat. Honestly, I had expected something a little better from a pre-med student. I knocked first. When no one answered, I let myself in. The apart...