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

zipper pocket.

A brass house key fell out.

It bounced once on the tile.

Nobody said anything for a second.

Then Chloe gave a strained little smile. “Okay. Fine. So I had it.”

The officer asked, “Have you used it recently?”

“No.”

“Not at all?”

“No.”

Pete was still kneeling by the open lock. “Then that’s odd.”

Because he’d just pulled a second thing out of the continue reading …