I Let My Stepdaughter Think She’d Taken Over My House

stepped closer.

“What?”

“Somebody’s been taking this apart.”

Behind me, a coffee cup clicked against a saucer. Ryan had set his down too hard.

Pete held up a tiny bit of shaved metal caught inside the mechanism. “And they used the wrong size driver. Chewed the heads up. Amateur work.”

The officer turned slightly. Not fully. Just enough to bring the kitchen continue reading …