From the cars parked out front, she knew Isabel and Camille had already arrived. “Knock, knock,” Emily called out as she opened the red front door. Chattering voices and laughter spilled out from the kitchen at the back of the house. “Back here!” she heard Maggie call out. Carrying her bag of buttermilk biscuits in one hand and a pecan pie in the other, she stepped into the doorway of the kitchen. “Hello, everyone. Sorry I’m late.” Maggie rushed over to her and unburdened her arms. “Gettin’ to be a habit, Em.” Camille gave her a hug. “We weren’t sure you were going to make it. Isabel said you and Colin were working on a big case.” Emily looked over at Isabel, unwrapping her pan of delicious-looking macaroni and cheese with bacon that she had set on the counter. “Don’t worry,” Isabel said, tossing her a glance, “I didn’t give any details.” “No, she wouldn’t say a thing,” Maggie moaned. “Can’t you give us the teensiest hint, Em?” “I don’t know how much I can say.
