byAs soon as Detective Kelly Stone rang the bell of the house on 21 Hydrangea Lane, the door was opened by her college roommate. Jessica Hartov immediately hugged her old friend and thanked her for coming over on her day off.
“How long has it been since I last saw you at graduation?” asked Kelly, entering the foyer.
“Too long, but let’s not use numbers.” Bidding her friend to sit down on a living room couch, Jessica said, “This is actually my mother’s house. I moved in with her after my daughter left to attend our alma mater and Momma came down with a case of the ‘sugar.’”
“How’s your mom doing?” pressed Kelly.
“Terrifically. I have her on a strict diet, I oversee her daily shots, and we walk every night after I get home from the law office.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
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