If I’m going to die of something terrible, it will be because I couldn’t resist a good mystery despite the danger. Right now I’m playing the part of the stupid heroine that’s bound to get caught as I creep over to Warren’s house. His truck rumbled away about a half hour ago, and I’m going to do a little snooping. While I considered a form of breaking and entering by letting myself in with the house key he probably keeps under the mat like everyone else on this lake, I fight the urge as I peek in windows instead. Like any good sleuth, I start on the porch by knocking on the door in case anyone is watching. The doorknob is cool in my hand when I try it, even though I’m sure it’s locked. I walk as quietly as I can over the wooden porch toward the windows. When I peer in, I discover a couch, a large chair, and a flat-screen TV on the wall. His layout is similar to mine, and a breakfast bar separates the kitchen from the rest of the living area.
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