I Called Three Investigators to My Nephew’s Birthday Party

said. “Not security.”

Then she looked at me for half a second.

That was enough.

My father noticed.

His eyes went from Denise to me and narrowed. “Lauren. What did you do?”

I almost laughed at that. Not because it was funny. Because even now, with three investigators standing under a balloon arch like pallbearers at a clown funeral, his first instinct was continue reading …