Chapter Twenty-Five
A few days later while Samantha was in the middle of enjoying a lovely, mediocre microwave meal, her doorbell rang. Before she could get up and wipe her mouth with her napkin, she heard the door open and clicking heels on the stone floor.
Lilith.
She didn’t even bother getting up and rolled her eyes when the other woman stuck her head through the doorframe. “Evening!”
“Why do you ring the bell if you’re not going to wait for me to open the door?”
“To let you know I’m here.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“But you knew it was me, didn’t you? So it does work,” Lilith countered with a cheeky grin. She pulled a mug from the cupboard like she was right at home and threw a brown file on the kitchen island. “Autopsy results.”
“Oooh.”
Samantha eagerly pulled the folder tow
