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

where?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “In my purse. In a box. I don’t know.”

That sort of answer works on people who are used to keeping the peace. The officer wasn’t one of those.

“Go get it.”

The drawer I shouldn’t have opened

While Chloe stomped upstairs, Pete kept working.

He removed the deadbolt cylinder and set it on a folded rag. Then he crouched lower and continue reading …